I woke up in the middle of the night. There are no lights on in the house. There is no moon. It is pitch black in the room and I can feel my husbands cock sliding in and out of the mess he left inside of me earlier in the night. His cock feels so good when he wakes me up like this. My orgasm is right there, waiting to feel him cumming deep inside of me, which always triggers my orgasm. This night is no exception.
After I hear him softly snoring behind me, I walk down the hall to the bathroom to pee, tracing my hand along the wall so I know where I'm going. As I pass the kitchen, I see my husband opening the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. WTF!
I take his hand and lead him through the darkness back to our room. I say cover your eyes, I'm going to turn on the overhead light. As I did, there was his younger brother, the sleepwalker, asleep in our bed, once again.
His brother never remembers sleepwalking. He never remembers fucking me. And I never tell my husband when he does. In the dark like this, I can't even tell them apart when they are behind me fucking me like this. I only know during times like tonight.
There was a time years ago while staying at their dads, I opened my eyes, and looked right into my husbands eyes, watching me in the light from the streetlight. I just closed my eyes, and never said anything. When I woke up in the morning, I was alone in the bed. Both men gone for the day. My husband has never mentioned the incident to me.
I have a good kind and understanding husband. He knows it is not my fault his brother fucks me awake at night. Even though he has not even once talked about it, I know that he knows. How could he not know. I do wonder if it bothers him, or if he wonders about, if he is, or is not, the father of our wonderful children. My husband and his brother are almost identical in looks. Way different personalities though. His brother is very shy and spends almost all of his time reading. My husband is an outdoorsman, and loves things like backpacking out in the wilderness.