Debbie must have seen this on her return. She knew she had to act fast, before I regained total control of my senses. Instead of taking her seat at the other end of the couch, she deliberately sat next to me. When she turned toward me, she was uncomfortably close.
"Rudy also likes for me to pose for him. Do you ever pose for Donny?" She asked, and softly brushed my hair from my shoulder.
"Do I what?" I asked, and tried to shake away her touch.
"Sometimes I strip for your brother and let him take pictures. Hasn't Donny ever taken pictures of this bodacious body, hmm?" She asked, and let her hand fall from my shoulder over my boob.
"Yes, well yes, when we were younger -back when I had a body that was in shape," I admitted, and tried to inch away from her.
I was petrified and faced straight ahead. Gulping down the rest of my second drink, I tried to ignore her. She wouldn't let up. She moved even closer to me and pressed her tits on either side of my upper arm. That second vodka had gone straight to my head, and parts of me went numb. She asked if she could tell me a secret and my entire body froze.
She leaned her face to my ear and whispered. "Rudy likes to take movies of us fucking. Movies of his big cock fucking my little pussy. I think he uses them to jack off with. That's ok with me. Do you think Donny jacks off to your home movies?"
Her words floated through my brain, but none of it stuck. I was so entranced with the vision of his huge cock in her pussy, I hardly noticed when she started French-kissing my ear. I started to lose myself in the gentle eroticism of her advances. Helplessly, I let her fingers undo my blouse. Still tonguing my ear, I felt her small hand reach inside my bra. Her palm lightly glided over my hard nipple and came around the fullness of my tit to feel its weight.
Like in a dream, I answered, "No... No, I made him get rid of those tapes."
Staring off into oblivion, with visions of them fucking, I felt my legs uncross and slowly part.
Again she whispered, "Sometimes he has me dress up like other people. Actually one person, in particular. Can you guess who your brother fantasizes about fucking, hmm?"
I could only half hear her words, when I felt my skirt going up and her warm hand on my naked thigh. She quickly went to work and edged her tiny hand inside my panties and found my wet pussy. Instinctively, my legs opened wide, to accept her fingers. All I could hear was the wet sloshing of her tongue in my ear. All I felt was three, no four fingers pushing and probing my vagina. All my mind could focus on was my brother's huge cock going in and out of her pussy. The sounds, the feelings, the emotions swept over me. My eyes closed and suddenly the vision changed. Rudy's cock pistoned harder and deeper. My stiffened back relaxed and I fell back into the couch. My legs spread wider and wider. His thrusts went deeper. I recall thinking, 'God he's really fucking the hell out of her!'. Then, in my mind's eye, I looked down. IT WAS ME! My own brother's huge manhood was buried deep in my cunt! It was so wrong. It was so perverse. It was sick! It was...heaven... or hell. At that instant I didn't care and I began to climax. My legs spread open to their widest to take all of his imaginary cock inside me. My whole body had a spasm and shook as his entire cock filled me up. The sloshing wet sound in my ear suddenly stopped.
"That's them, that's THEM -they're HOME!" I heard Debbie in one ear and car doors slamming in the other.
My eyes flashed open to see her startled face merely inches from mine. My eyes then quickly shifted down passed my open blouse to my lap. My skirt was up to my waist, my panties pushed aside and her forearm was imbedded in my pussy. I watched, in total disbelief and amazement, as she withdrew her arm and then her hand from my cunt.
"Oh my God...OH MY GOD!" I yelled.
As she pulled it out, I had another involuntary orgasm. In a split second we jumped to our feet. She headed for the kitchen and I to the bathroom. 'I simply don't have time to consider what just happened', I thought. Whatever she had drugged me with was wearing off. Thank God! I ran a washcloth over my pussy and legs, fixed my blouse and tried to gather myself. After a few deep breaths, I headed back to the living room.
The guys were already crashed in front of the TV and I could see Debbie washing her hands (and probably arm) in the kitchen sink. I made the normal salutations and sat back on the couch. Soon Debbie entered the room and I felt a twinge shoot between my legs. She resumed her previous seat on the other end of the couch, much to my relief, and started some lame conversation with Rudy and Donny. I sat in silence to watch her expressions. She acted as if nothing had happened and I breathed another sigh of relief. Every time I glanced over at my brother I felt that same twinge down below. I knew I wouldn't last long like this, and asked Donny if we could leave. I told them I thought I was coming down with something and didn't feel very well. Rudy and Debbie made their token apologies and soon we were on the road home.
In the car home I thought I could finally relax. When watching the cars and sights seemed to be a poor distraction, I closed my eyes. That's when it all flooded back into my brain. My God, I'd let another woman touch me. She must have drugged or hypnotized me! She's my sister-in-law, and she was fist-fucking me, for Christ's sakes! Then I tried to rationalize what I had done, or let her do to me. Maybe I just got a quick buzz on and my unconscious fantasies took over. That's it! No, that won't work. That would mean I have a latent fantasy about screwing my own brother. However I tried to work things out in my head, nothing could keep my mind off of that giant cock. Just imagining the size and shape of it made me wet again.
"I noticed you two girls had a few drinks. Did you have a good time together?"
"What do you mean by that?" I shook from my daydream and answered defensively.
"Gee, sorry I asked! You really must not feel good?" He was right about that. I felt terrible. Terribly confused, more than anything.
A week past, and I actually had a couple of days when I didn't think of my debauchery with Debbie or Rudy's dick. I hoped time would help me forget such sordid thoughts. Things even got back to normal with Donny and I. Well, as normal as I could ever expect. I decided now was as good a time for he and I to jump back into marital bliss. I figured a sure-fire way of dispelling any lingering ghosts of perversion would be to fuck the daylights out of Donny. It had been quite a while since I ravaged him, so I figured he was due. I knew I was.
A nice shower, plenty of makeup, a revealing bra and panty set, a dose of perfume between my 36D's and I was ready for the 'kill'. It was late enough, Donny must think I've gone to bed by now. I softly slinked downstairs and heard the TV in the family room. All the lights were out as I came up from behind him. Becoming accustomed to the light from the TV, I noticed he was watching some scantily clad blond in a mask. Quietly, I stood and watched the blond half-dance, half-strip on the screen. I glanced down at the couch. Donny had his dick out and was working up a good size erection. Dam, I finally caught him jacking off to porn! I always guessed he did this when I wasn't around, so I never gave him too much grief about it. I remained quiet and waited to see what the big attraction was.
The more I watched the petite blond, I kept thinking 'this is really pretty bad x-rated moview -no fancy sets, nothing. She had a firm little body and some nice sized tits, for a woman I guessed to be in her 40's. She was no great dancer, but she clearly knew how to sell her body. It wasn't long before she was down to nothing but thigh high nylons, high heels, and the zorro-type mask. She stopped her dance and reclined on a bed. The camera jerked and then moved down to the level of the bed. It zoomed in on her shaved pussy and then her tits. Donny quickened his strokes.
Now focused on her masked face, she finally spoke, "Come here baby, so I can suck you off."
Wait, that voice? I know that voice! My God, that's Debbie. My husband's sitting here and jacking off to my sister-in-law! What am I saying? What am I doing watching this trash? I had to make a quick retreat. There's no way I'm watching THIS! As I ever so quietly backed out the room, I heard more dialog.
"That's it Sis. Ummmm, suck it good, Barb" said Rudy's voice.
"BARB? That's ME!" I stopped dead in my tracks.
I turned around to see Debbie's wide open mouth trying to suck in his huge rod. She couldn't do it. She could get the head in and a little more, but that was it. I was astounded at how enormous it was. My body turned away, but my eyes were glued to the screen. Part of me wondered how and why Donny ever got a hold of this. Another part of me was like the rubber necking motorist at a train wreck. For some sinful reason, I couldn't avert my eyes. Clearly, with her mask on, Rudy was fantasizing that I was giving him a blowjob. I suppose there was some perverse part of me that felt honored to be his fantasy. Watching the screen and then Donny masturbating was making me hot.
Was Donny getting off watching Debbie perform or was he turned on by Rudy's fantasy? I felt a familiar, overwhelming sense of eroticism start to creep into my brain. I reached down into my panties, parted my wet pussy lips and fingered my clitoris. As I masturbated, I had the sudden realization that what I had with Debbie on the couch was not what I had suspected. It had nothing to do with lesbianism, drug inducement, or even hypnotism. It was simply the power of suggestion mixed with a healthy dose of alcohol. In a relaxed state, I could easily succumb to certain suggestions. In this particular case the suggestion was dam powerful; I could feel myself starting to cum. I had the strongest urge at that point to go to the couch and shove Donny's swollen cock into me, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to validate his use of such porn or my perverted lust. I silently crept back upstairs to bed. It took all my will power to keep from getting myself off that night. Filling my brain with empty distractions, I finally drifted off to sleep.
All humans have weaknesses. If we are lucky, we are aware of them. That was small consolation, but it did get me through the following week. The only remaining piece of this sorted puzzle was 'how and why did Donny have that video?'
That Friday night, after a few drinks, I asked him a question, rather nonchalantly. "So, Donny, do you remember those old videos you made of us?"
