Warning: This story contains incest.
Author's Note: This is an expansion and retelling of the previously posted story "Home Repairs."
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Stephanie rolled her eyes listening to the boys tell their tales for the umpteenth time. Even though they got together just about every weekend, it was always the same thing and the same stories with them. However, despite her being able to tell most of them as if she had been there, she did enjoy hanging out with her husband, Mitch, and his brothers, Micah and Miles.
"I gotta go," Micah said as he climbed out of the hot tub. "Early day tomorrow."
"It's Saturday," Miles pointed out. "What the fuck do you have to do tomorrow?"
"We're behind on a project at work because we lost a guy—the asshole just up and quit—so we're trying to get caught up."
"That was a dick move," Mitch commiserated.
"I'm gonna get changed before I leave," Micah said as he opened the back door and slipped into the house.
With the lull in the conversation, Stephanie asked, "How's Amy?"
"She's fine," Miles said wearily. "Poor thing hates being laid up but hates me fawning over her even more. She's in good spirits, though. Really. But the doctor said nothing but bed rest until that kid pops out."
Mitch shook his head slowly. "That's gotta suck."
"I'll go by tomorrow to talk to her, see if she needs anything."
Miles gave Stephanie a look. "You think I'm not taking care of my wife?"
She met his gaze unwaveringly. "Honestly? I think you're probably driving the poor woman crazy which is maybe the reason why she insisted you come over here tonight. She probably needed the peace and quiet."
Mitch chuckled as Miles grumbled unhappily.
Stephanie reached over and patted Miles on a knee consolingly. "I know and I'm sure she understands that you mean well, but if I were in her position, I'd mostly want to be left the hell alone. That's not to say I wouldn't want help. I just wouldn't want someone wiping my ass for me unless the doctor specifically said I couldn't do it. Knowing you, you're probably trying to do that for her, too."
"I just want her to know that I'm there for her."
"She knows."
"I'm leaving," Micah called from the back door.
"I'll come lock the door behind you," Stephanie responded. As she climbed out of the tub, she said to Mitch and Miles, "I'm going to head up to bed. Tell Amy I'll call her before I come over to see if she needs me to bring anything. G' night."
"Night," Miles said.
Mitch grabbed two beers out of the cooler next to him and passed one to his brother as he said to Stephanie, "We'll be out here for a bit longer. I'll be quiet when I come in."
"No, you won't," Stephanie said with a laugh as she closed the door behind her.
"I'm sorry we're such shits," Micah said to her as they walked through the house.
"You guys are fine. Keeps me entertained for a few hours."
"You're a liar, but I'll take it." Having reached the front door, Micah opened it. "G' night, Stephanie. And don't take any shit from those two."
"You know I won't. Have a good night, Micah." Stephanie closed and locked the door behind him then headed upstairs. After spending some time in the bathroom, she changed into a pair of comfortable shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in then turned off the light and climbed into bed.
As she lay staring off into the darkness of the room waiting for sleep to take hold, she slowly realized the house was too dark. Mentally retracing her steps, she saw in her head that she had turned off all the lights behind her out of habit. Additionally, she was sure that she had not only locked the front door behind Micah, she had most likely locked the back door as well upon coming inside. Mitch and Miles each had their phones outside with them and could call her if they were locked out but it would annoy her if they did it after she fell asleep.
With a groan, she climbed out of bed and made her way downstairs. Coming around the corner into the TV room that led to the back, she looked through the glass door to see both men still at the tub and was thankful for a moment that they weren't banging at the door. However, that feeling disappeared a split second later as she realized that Miles was sitting on the edge of the tub with Mitch between his legs. Miles had a hand resting on her husband's head as it bobbed up and down. It wasn't until Mitch pulled off and smacked his own tongue and cheek with his brother's hard flesh that her feet stopped moving and her jaw fell open. The fact that Mitch was sucking his brother's dick was shock enough, but seeing the size of Miles's phallus caused her to curse quietly in disbelief.
It was no secret that Miles was hung. His package filled out whatever pants he wore and Mitch and Micah often teased him about it. She'd had hints of how large he was when he left their pool or hot tub and the wet fabric of his shorts clung to his soft length. But no amount of talk or imagination prepared her for seeing it hard for the first time. Especially not while watching her husband—his brother—service it. Across the distance that separated them, Miles's cock rose straight and proud out of his crotch nearly to his nipples. Admittedly, his back arched forward slightly as he leaned over Mitch making the distance shorter than normal, but that didn't make it any less impressive.
"Fuck, man," Miles said after a deep moan, completely unaware of Stephanie standing in the darkness just inside the house. "I needed this. I haven't had anything since we got together three weeks ago. Amy won't let me think about so much as a hand job since she's been on bed rest."
Mitch pulled off with an intentional slurp and replaced his mouth with a hand. "You know I don't mind. Hell, if we could make it work, I'd let you fuck me every day until she's ready for sex again."
"Don't put it out there if you don't mean it," Miles warned. He let out another moan as Mitch brought his other hand up to pull and massage at his swollen balls.
"Why would you think I don't mean it? We did it when we were in school."
"Yeah, but that was then." Miles let out a chuckle. "Our hormones were raging. We're older and are supposed to know better now."
"You've gotten better at using this meat stick, that's for sure."
"No. You've gotten better at taking it."
Stephanie watched in disbelief as her husband fellated his brother. It was obvious to her that this wasn't their first time together and even more clear that neither man was forcing himself on the other. Mitch took his time moving up and down the thick length, appearing to savor the experience. Occasionally, his head lowered all the way down to Miles's crotch eating all of the hard flesh. Even after seeing Mitch do it a few times, Stephanie couldn't believe it was happening. She still couldn't deep throat Mitch, who was noticeably smaller than Miles, and they'd been together for over five years. Mitch repeatedly pulled off to smack the large cock over his face or to kiss and lick the surface almost reverentially. It was obvious he was enjoying himself. Whether it was the act of servicing a dick, being with his youngest brother, or a combination of the two, she could see that he liked what he was doing. That fact was made even clearer when he rose up to lower his shorts freeing his own not so small erection. It didn't match his brother's but was impressive in its own right. Mitch's hand wrapped around his own length and began to stroke it while he continued to service his brother without shame.
Unable to process everything running through her mind, Stephanie stood motionless staring at the scene. In the time she had known Mitch and Miles, there had never been any hint of something like this. There hadn't even been a hint that either man would be open to a same sex encounter. She and Mitch had occasionally watched some bisexual porn featuring two men but he never seemed to react either positively or negatively to it, saying it was just sex. And maybe that lack of feeling about it should have been a clue.
A cold pit formed in her stomach as she watched Miles bend further over Mitch and slide the hand from her husband's head down his back. Though it disappeared beneath the churning water, she immediately knew what its destination was. The fact that he pushed at least one finger into Mitch's ass was confirmed when Mitch paused his work. After a few motionless moments, Miles moved his other hand to grab Mitch's hair and force his brother to resume orally servicing him.
For an unknown number of minutes, Stephanie watched them wanting to leave or simply close her eyes against the sight but was unable to do either. Part of her didn't want to see her husband in this position, yet part of her wanted to see how far this would go. If he had been having sex with a woman, she would have run through the glass and kicked both of their asses. But this was something different. She could almost understand Mitch having sex with another man. She didn't have a cock and could also acknowledge that even if he had suggested pegging, she knew from her own experience that a dildo, no matter how lifelike, would never be the same as warm flesh. But that was also the reason she couldn't not watch. She had to see if Mitch would actually get fucked by Miles. She didn't want to know if he would have sex with a guy who happened to be his brother, she wanted to see if he would actually get fucked by that huge cock.
"Ready for me to sit on it?" Mitch asked after he pulled off and began to stroke his brother's length.
"Man, I've been ready for weeks."
Mitch stood in the water and leaned down to remove his shorts completely. "Guess I shouldn't keep you waiting."
"Holy shit," Stephanie said with a gasp as she watched Mitch straddle his brother then pull Miles's head to his and take it in a deep kiss. It was the rare type of kiss she got from her husband when he was not merely aroused but in need. And as she watched the head of Miles's cock disappear between Mitch's ass cheeks, she learned what he needed this time. Her breathing stopped and her mouth dropped open with increased disbelief as Mitch sank onto the thick length at a fairly quick pace without stopping.
