Secret Cucold (750)

This is an entry for the 750 Word Project 2025

My parents adored my brother and I.

While amassing a small fortune, they still managed to keep the two of us pretty level headed and reasonable. But by the time he was in his 20's my brother Kit went off, thinking he'd be a famous influencer travelling the world as he squandered the money he'd been given, and having the time of his life.

Before our parents passed, he'd married this gorgeous surfer girl in attempt to look mature. Planning out his life taking on one of dad's companies and starting a family. But my parents were smart, and made specific concessions in their will.

It wasn't my decision, I can tell you that. I didn't want to be the trustee of his inheritance, giving the guy an allowance as he flailed about in life.

With the burden of this man-child upon me, and stuck housing him in my Malibu mansion- I did one very unreasonable, immoral and petty thing.

I started fucking his wife.

All day every day. On every piece of furniture. As rough as possible without leaving marks, and until her body was numb from the countless orgasms provided by my cock, tongue and any available toy.

It was fun at first, cathartic even. But I grew bored in a matter of weeks. Which is when I discovered an entirely new pleasure.

Living in my custom built home, Kit and Elene were subject to my overzealous security system. Which allowed me to see him come home every day from the frustrating office job I'd forced on him- as he attempted to have sex with his wife.

Have you ever watched porn after getting off? Probably not. But if you did, you would understand the hilarity of what I got to see.

Every day after work, my horny brother would return home and immediately pull off his clothes. His dick would be hard and wanting as he mauled Elene. She knew to keep up appearances, and would have to shake off her disinterest to play her part.

Kit would take off her clothes, like he was some vicious predator. Unaware he'd happened upon a claimed carcass.

He'd make like it was a big deal as he lowered himself to lick up her thighs. Mr Man being as sexy and alluring as he could be, tonguing the flesh my cum had dripped down just hours before.

He would dive into that puss, giving it a few sad licks as he sampled my leftovers; thinking it was a natural taste.

Then he would toss Elene onto the bed, taking her missionary and sadly posing for her benefit. He would flex and pinch his nipples as she feigned arousal, her eyes hiding a wince. I'd always left her sore.

Then like clock work, he'd start kissing her as he humped away. Elene's face was always relieved here as she could let go of the smiles and admiration. It was hilarious.

For the main event, Kit would flip her over and take her from behind, which was always a favourite moment for me. Because it would allow me to see his muscles tense and the sweat bead as he pounded that dead cunt from behind. It was always one thing for Kit to be a shitty, unaware lover, impressed by his own "skill". But it was something else entirely for him to be physically and emotionally giving his all to a woman so uneffected by his efforts, he'd have been better off fucking a box of damp rags.

I marvelled in his face all scrunched up, eyes narrowed in concentration. I could see his legs quivering from the exertion, the sweat dripping from his chest. Kit's entire body was red and flushed as he killed himself for an orgasm that would never come. That cunt was already numb.

Finally, I'd laugh at the monitors watching Elene rear back and take control, smashing herself down on his pole trying to get him off so she could prepare dinner after her second shower of the day. Their tryst was minutes, but I loved it all the same. Kit always looked so satisfied with himself. It was the ego boost he needed after a day in the real world.

But there would be no joy in revealing things to my brother. No pleasure in reminding him of his fail-son status. I got my kicks from fucking his wife behind his back, and letting him walk around, all smiles- unaware of the waste he was.