I was really looking forward to this weekend, visiting with my brother Dave and his wife Angela. It would be good to just chill, and decompress, and clear my mind for a few days.
It was almost a year-and-a-half since the accident, and I still missed Abby. Her death had really knocked me for a loop. For several months afterward, I was horribly depressed, barely able to bring myself to even leave the house. Thank God for an understanding boss, or I might have ended up on the street.
By now, I was through the worst of it. I wasn't depressed any more, and my life was starting to look and feel more 'normal'. But I still missed Abby -- I missed her smile, her personality, the way she made me feel. And especially in bed at night, I missed the warmth of her body, the passion of her kisses, the fullness of her breasts, the way we used to make love with our very souls.
Life was getting better, but it was still hard to let go of Abby. My family relationships, especially with Dave and Angela, were really helping me get my feet back under me. How can I say it -- Dave is my brother, you know? He's two years older than me, and I know he'll do anything for me. Angie is just a sweetheart -- having her in the family has just made it a happier, brighter place. I've always admired the strength of their marriage -- the obvious affection they have for each other, the way they just enjoy each other's company, the way that nothing shakes them, and the way they're just 'in it together.' I'm lucky to have a brother and sister-in-law like the two of them. A weekend at their place was just the thing to help me clear my head.
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I arrived at their door on Friday, just before dinnertime. Angela prepared an amazing meal; Dave broke out the wine, and the three of us just relaxed and got very mellow, and talked for several hours. It was a great time, everything from reminiscing about childhood days to what we were doing last week.
I looked at Dave and Angela, and smiled. They were a lovely couple, aside from being family to me. Angela was a beautiful, vivacious woman, and Dave was certainly fortunate that she was his wife. And he knew it, too -- when I told him how lucky he was, he just grinned and quoted Lou Gehrig: "Luckiest man on the face of the earth, bro!"
I finally excused myself and headed to bed. I didn't know what was in store for Saturday, but I was really tired; I fell asleep practically as soon as my head hit the pillow, and slept like a rock.
At one point in the middle of the night, I was dreaming that a beautiful woman was sucking on my cock, making it stiff and hard. It was a sublime feeling; I hadn't any kind of sex since Abby died, and this was one of my favorite recurring dreams. I began to buck my hips up off the bed, and my dream-lady started to purr and hum and swirl her tongue on my cockhead. In my dream-state, I told her that if she didn't slow down a little, I was gonna come.
"That's OK," said Angela. "Come whenever you feel like it."
Angela? What was Angela doing in my dream? I roused myself enough to see that it was no dream -- my sister-in-law was in my bed sucking my cock!
"Angela!" I hissed. "What are you doing?"
"Duh? I'm sucking your cock," she whispered back. "Now relax. You need this."
"Where's Dave? What if he catches you?"
"Who do you think sent me here? Although I admit, I would've asked if he hadn't."
Aside from being about 10% awake, I was now pretty completely confused. But Angela just kept sucking on my cock, and apparently my brother was OK with it, so I just laid back and let it happen.
After a while, my cock was throbbingly, quiveringly, almost painfully stiff. Angela slid herself up along my body, pausing to caress my cock with her breasts for a while, before sliding up further. I felt her breasts sliding up my body, from my pubis, up my belly and my chest, in an utterly sultry manner. Soon I was face-to-face with Angela, and she kissed me deeply.
"I love you, Rick. You're my husband's brother, and you're a good man, who hasn't had enough lovin' for too long a time."
I was completely tongue-tied. I certainly loved my brother, and I knew he loved me, and I loved Angela, too. But I never dreamed of making love to her. What was I to say to her?
"Come on, big guy," she said, insistently. "Let's get you inside of me."
She slid back down, until I could feel her pussy-lips nestled against the tip of my cock. Then, a centimeter at a time, she took me into herself. I felt the head of my erection being enveloped by the silky, moist warmth of her vagina, and then I felt that warmth progressing down my shaft until I was completely buried inside my sister-in-law.
She dragged herself back up my body until I almost slipped out of her, then slid back down until I was balls-deep again. It was an incredible sensation, almost like I was being fucked twice -- once as my cock slid in-and-out of her pussy, and once as her tits slid along my chest. When I was all the way inside her, she clenched her cunt-muscles rhythmically around my shaft until I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
"Mmmm," she purred, "Your dick feels so good inside me."
She sat up, steadying herself with her hands on my chest, and began grinding herself onto my rod more earnestly. I could feel all the way inside her, as she took me into her deepest core. I felt like she was consuming me whole; I wanted to crawl up inside her and live there, wrapped inside her vagina forever.
The sensations were incredible, intense. In my barely-awake state, I was acting on instinct, almost on auto-pilot, as I thrust myself up into her in the age-old sexual rhythm. Soon, my balls began to quiver and pulsate, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Angie," I gasped, "I'm gonna come!"
"Ooooh, Yeah!" she groaned. "Come for me, Babe! Give me your cum! Shoot it into me -- I want all of it!"
Always the obedient lover, I lifted my hips up off the bed and thrust myself up into her, until, with a loud groan, I sent my semen pulsing into her. My balls rocked with spasm after spasm, until they were completely spent.
Angela collapsed onto my chest, and I held her close to me for a long time, stroking her back, and her butt, and kissing her hair.
