This story is about three people learning to try new things and being comfortable around each other. There is some casual interaction between the male characters, but nothing too heavy. If you're an absolute homophobe, this may not be for you.
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I'd only been away from home a few months for my first semester at college when my Mother's Aunt died. I didn't know her very well, aside from occasional family reunions, but it seemed important to Mom that everyone be home for the service. Grudgingly, I packed enough stuff for a long weekend and headed home. The girl I met in economics class was great, and I hoped to get past second base this weekend...but I suppose there would be plenty of time for that. I didn't buckle under Mom's nagging until the last second, and my room had already been promised to a cousin, so I had to stay with my brother and his wife. Mom avoided having anyone else stay with them, since their house was hard to find and not convenient to the funeral home. Matt and I got along pretty well, so I wasn't upset about the arrangements. We were five years apart, so I guess we weren't as close as we could have been, but Matt was definitely important to me. Always willing to try anything, he seemed far more adventurous than me, and his wife was equally daring. Matt and Rachel had been married less than a year, but had already shared an impressive list of activities from rock-climbing to skydiving. My parents hoped that marriage might calm my brother's thirst for thrills, but it seemed he found a kindred spirit.
"Hi there, Jeffy!" Rachel squealed, hugging me as I walked in the front door. She knew calling me by such a childish-sounding name irritated me, and teasing me was one of her favorite pastimes. "Damn...that athletic program has you filling-out. I should have waited and married the younger brother." She said, giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Hands-off the baby bro'." Matt said cheerfully, coming down the stairs. "But she's right...you're getting some nice tone."
"Thanks guys. I had no idea that weight training for soccer would be so intense, but even I'll admit that it's doing me some good." I was pleased they noticed the results of so many grueling hours in the gym and at practice.
"When you take scholarship money for kicking around a ball, I guess you have to play like you mean it." Matt said, bumping me in the shoulder as he grabbed my duffel bag.
After settling-in, discussing school over pizza, and watching a movie...the evening went by quickly and I was starting to get sleepy. Excusing myself after helping with the paper plates, I went up to my room and drifted-off. I rolled over at about 1am, looking at the clock when I heard some enthusiastic grunts and giggles coming from across the hall. Of course, I knew what was likely happening, and did my best to ignore the sounds and go back to sleep. But after a few minutes of burying my head in the pillow, curiosity got the better of me.
Rising from the bed and being careful not to make the floors creak, I slowly opened my door and stepped into the hall. Matt and Rachel's bedroom was diagonal from mine, and I was shocked to find their door wide open. Their house was built in the twenties, and I knew some of the doors wouldn't stay closed unless you latched them...but this seemed like a strange thing to forget with company in the house. Inching closer to the door and peering around the frame, I certainly got an eyeful...even in the dim lighting. Rachel was on her knees, clutching the headboard with Matt kneeling behind her and ramming his cock deep into her pussy.
"Ooohh yyyeeess....fuck me baby, fuck me!" Rachel hissed through gritted teeth.
Matt didn't respond with words, but began thrusting harder and faster with every coo of pleasure from his wife. The moonlight didn't reveal many details, but I could still clearly see my brother's balls swinging between his legs and Rachel's breasts swaying in rhythm with every stroke. My own cock was now painfully hard and poking out the fly of my boxers as I continued to watch a scene that was hotter than any porn video. I had no idea how long they'd been at it, but it seemed that the end was getting near.
"Oh fuck, baby...your pussy is pulsing like crazy!" Matt said, bending over Rachel's back and grabbing her breast with one hand while teasing her clit with the other.
"Mmmmm...uh-huh...uh-huh...yyyeeesss!" Rachel squealed, seemingly trying to keep her voice down as the wave of climax washed over her.
Matt grunted in low, deep tones. The muscles in his ass flexed as he pushed tightly against his wife's ass
They remained in position for a few moments, catching their breath before slowly moving onto their backs. As Matt pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Rachel's pussy...the lips puffy and shiny, with her husband's seed dripping from her snatch.
"Oh shit, that damned door swung open again." Matt said, rising up on his elbows just as I pulled my face out of view.
"It's ok, sweety. Jeff's door is closed, and he's probably deep asleep by now." Rachel whispered before leaning over to take Matt's soft and sticky prick into her mouth.
I took advantage of my brother's distracted state, and crept back to my room. My heart was pounding at how close I came to being caught. If Matt had gotten up to close the door, there was nowhere I could have gone. Thankfully, a full box of tissues was on the nightstand to clean the mess I was soon to make.
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The next morning, Matt and Rachel acted as though nothing happened, and I never gave any indication that I'd witnessed more than I should. The funeral was mercifully short, and the usual ritual of being passed around the relatives wasn't as painful as I feared. The whole thing was over by two o'clock, so I got a ride from Dad back to my Brother's place so I could change and go for a run. Matt was going back to work for a while, and Rachel agreed to help my Mom put some things away.
The run was great, and it felt good to get some exercise after being used to a regular routine at school. No one else was home yet, so I jumped into the shower to cool off and remove a layer of sweat. After drying off and wrapping the towel around my waist, I started to walk back to my room, but looked down the hall at the other bedroom door. I have no idea what came over me, but I felt like I had to reimagine the scene from last night. The door was open, and their bed hadn't been made. In the corner, near the closet door, I saw a pair of panties and boxers lying crumpled on the floor. I was now doing things without even thinking. Stepping to the corner, I picked-up the soiled underwear. The boxers had splotches of dried cum, and the panties retained the sweet smell of Rachel's pussy. I've never been a "sniffer", but the need to inhale the scent of my sister-in-law became overpowering. Even the salty smell of Matt's cum seemed to have an effect on me.
"What the hell, dude?" Matt said calmly, standing in the door and tugging at his tie. "Is this something else I should keep a secret, like the time I caught you circle-jerking your buddy Eric?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so focused on the items in my hand, that I never heard anyone enter the house. "Oh fuck...shit, man...I'm sorry!" I stammered. "And don't ever bring that shit up again."
"Hey...it's all good...whatever gets your rocks off." Matt replied, pulling the tie out of his collar and leaning against the door frame. "Is that why you're sniffing my wife's panties? Is your girlfriend not giving it up?"
"Just...just shut up, man...let me out of here to die of embarrassment. You can gloat later." I said, tossing the underwear back into the corner.
"Honey...do you think Jeff will be around for dinner?" I heard Rachel ask in the background, walking up the stairs.
"I'm pretty sure he will...unless he bursts into flames in the next few minutes." Matt said, leaning his head back toward the hallway.
All the air seemed to leave the room, and I felt like I could faint as Matt moved out of the doorway and let Rachel walk inside. We just stared at each for what seemed like eternity before Matt broke the ice.
"I think we might have been a little loud last night, dear." He said, standing behind his wife and caressing her shoulders. "My brother was enjoying your panties when I walked in on him unexpectedly. Jeff already knows I can keep his secrets, but I think he'll feel better if you assure him that everything's ok."
"Oh my gosh...Oh Jeffy...I'm so sorry...don't be embarrassed. I think this is so sweet!" Rachel said, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my bare torso to hug me. "It's so wonderful that both you men are so comfortable in your own skin."
"Uh...yeah...I guess." I mumbled, not knowing what to do as my sister-in-law kissed my cheek while I stood in her bedroom wearing only a towel.
"Rachel is a very daring woman, Jeff. She's gotten me to try things I'd never imagine." Matt said, sitting on the bed to remove his shoes before turning to speak to his wife. "It might be premature, sweet-heart, to think that Jeff is as open to things as we are."
"Oh...I don't know...I think something like that tends to run in the family." Rachel said softly, running her finger down the center of my chest. "Do you like watching, Jeff? Would you like to do that again without having to hide?" she whispered in my ear.
"Have a seat, little brother, before you fall down." Matt said with a grin and nodding to a bench against the wall. "I'm afraid you've gotten her all worked up, man....and there's not much I'll deny her when she's like that."
I was so stunned that I couldn't speak, and clumsily sat on the nearby bench. Rachel kicked-off her heels as Matt moved behind her and lowered the zipper of her black dress.
"Can we share some fun with your brother, sweet-heart...would you be ok with that?" Rachel asked her husband, turning her head to kiss him as he stood behind her.
