Every time I'm around my brother's wife Dani, I can't help but fantasize about fucking her senseless. You would too if you could see this woman.
Her milky skin is smooth and inviting, urging my starving hands to feast on her curves. She's kept her lovely baby fat in all the right places, she wears rompers so short that I'm constantly getting a good look at her ass, and she lets her cleavage put on a show for my hungry eyes. From the day I met her, I've been stroking myself to the thought of her perfect figure almost every night.
But it's not just her looks that tempt me--even though she oozes sex appeal--it's the way she acts around me. We're both flirty by nature, but she takes things way past innocent teasing. Sometimes it's her foot, encased in lacy heels, brushing against my leg under the table. Often, it's a longing, challenging glance when her husband isn't looking. Whenever there's an opportunity to be near me, she takes it, making it difficult for me not to run my hand through her silky jet-black hair. When we find an excuse to touch each other, I nearly cum in my pants.
I know that my brother notices, but he doesn't say anything. I guess he trusts us both. Nothing would ever come of our playful flirting; we'd never give in to those primal impulses. At least, I thought we never would...
That night was just like any other Friday. I had a few friends over at my place, and my brother and Dani came over ready to party.
We'd knocked back a few shots, Dani and I pushing each other to do more, as usual. She shared her chaser with me, and I swear she would lick the tip of the Coke bottle like it was the head of a cock each time. After every shot, she'd bounce as the liquor burned her throat, and I'd watch her beautiful tits bounce beneath her romper, trying to contain my erection when she reached out and grabbed my arm for support.
"Fuck, that's nasty," she squealed, her adorable face all scrunched up in torment. "Why do you always make me take so many shots?!"
I laughed, happy to have her hand now resting casually on my shoulder as we stood in the kitchen. "Dani, you're the one who's always trying to get me drunk."
My brother chimed in, pretty drunk himself, "Babe, Alex is gonna drink you under the table if you don't stop. As always."
"Whatever, I need to use the bathroom," she said, removing her hand and stumbling off.
I was sad to be deprived of her touch but excited that she had gone off down the hall. This was a little game we always played with each other when we'd been drinking. She would go to the bathroom, I would wait a bit and then follow, leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom door, and then she'd come out and we'd be alone in the hallway.
Most of the time we'd shuffle by each other awkwardly, sometimes letting our hands brush together for a moment and locking eyes. But nothing more. This time, I followed her after a couple of minutes, hoping just to get a few seconds of her fingers laced in mine.
When the door opened, Dani smiled at me and laughed, "Are you following me, Alex?"
"Oh, please," I said, acting nonchalant. "I already had to pee. You just beat me to it."
"Riiiiight," she cooed, stepping towards me but tripping as she crossed the threshold. Her arms flew out in front of her, wrapping themselves around my shoulders. I instinctively grabbed her around the waist, totally aware of my growing bulge in my pants as our bodies collided.
Her deep blue eyes went wide, staring right into mine. Our faces were so close that I could smell the whiskey on her breath. Just another inch and our lips would meet.
"Thanks for catching me," she whispered.
"No problem."My hands crept a bit lower on her waistline, drawn to her plump ass. The thin, silky material of her red romper was pushing me even further into the depths of my desire.
Her head cocked, possibly exploring the idea of making out with me right there in the hallway before my brother's voice clawed at us from the kitchen. "Babe! Where are you!? Hurry up!"
Snatched from our fantasy, Dani let me go and slapped me on the shoulder. "Of course, if you weren't getting me so drunk, I never would have tripped. So really it's your fault and I shouldn't even thank you!"
With that, she twirled and bounced down the hallway, her beautiful hair gracing my face and leaving me with the scent of fresh strawberries. It took every ounce of will for me not to jack off in the bathroom, but I knew that my brother probably wanted to leave so I had to hurry if I wanted to hug Dani before they were gone.
When I came back from the bathroom, my brother and Dani were arguing.
"I don't want to go to Eric's house," Dani moaned. "You just want to watch the fight."
"Well, ya," Mike said. "Alex never buys the fights, and he won't let me stream them illegally here."
"Nope," I added, already pouring another shot.
"I'm going, babe." My brother wasn't backing down, and I hated him for always disregarding his wife's desires. "I can drop you off at home on the way."
