I'm an old lady, the gray haired granny worried about blood pressure, not boob size. I'm a prude, preferring a turtleneck to something slinky....most of the time. An old fashioned, conservative, boring product of the baby boom who fears technology even if I do write for Literotica now and then. I twirled the DVD in my hand one more time and knew this was stupid. I've got better sense than this. WTF, I popped the case open, slid it into the machine and sat back to watch my little brother fuck my best friend.
Not that I've got any problem with them doing the deed, not even here in my house. Ben's my brother, ten years younger and still a most handsome man. Wendy is an absolute treasure as well as every straight man's dream, 40 DD's hanging on her chest. It's not that they're both cherries but they're not sleep around types either. There has to be some attachment before they ball. Shit, I can't believe I said that, ball. I shook my head of the thought and stared at the screen coming into focus. Showtime, boys and girls, our feature is about to begin.
It's the guest bed, now Wendy's room since she left that last loser she was married to. She's been our houseguest for eight months and I hope forever, even if my idiot husband want so screw her so bad it hurts. I know it, she knows it and we both know that moron never will, Wendy has some decency after all. No woman in her right mind would want that lout. Nobody said I was sane, him banging me two nights ago, but that's another story when I feel like writing about husbands who still get their wives drunk to take advantage of them after forty years. No matter, I'm just killing time, just like the video, the camera apparently set on a chair to the side of the bed. Just a bed, nobody in it and then footsteps. Here we go.
Two bodies locked in an embrace staggered past the camera. She wore the green pullover, nice choice. Black slacks, nice. They must have been necking in the living room as the pre-loving warm-up. Ben had on the plaid shirt I got him for Christmas. Good choice, even as the two of them slammed onto the bed, their lips still locked on each other's. Getting warm in here, should turn up the air. Damn, that man knows how to kiss. He's driving her wild.
Wendy is thrashing, her legs all over the place as Ben kisses her, her nipples busting through. Damn, I thought she had a bra on. The bitch is going wild and so is he, hungry kisses and now the licks. Drive her crazy, boy, make her moan. Moan, sweetheart, show your man you want and you want it bad. Hell, they've still got all their clothes on and it's already too damn hot in here. I popped a button on my blouse to get some air and watched Ben pull her shirt off in one motion. Damn, she does have a bra on, the little red one that barely covers anything. Double damn on those double D's, that girl is begging.
"Strip me. Strip me, baby," Wendy panted, her hands ripping open Ben's shirt. So much for that present, have to get another one for his birthday. "Come on, babe. Make me naked. Now."
He kissed her hard, almost brutally, his hands sliding behind her back as Wendy torn off his shirt. You could see him fumbling, clumsy boy even with a flimsy little two hooker. Made me wonder how he ever busted the cherry on that Episcopal priest's daughter. The bra was open, her arms fell, waiting for him to bare her. Ben hovered over her and then, with an impish grin, tore her bra off her chest. God, that girl is huge.
Wendy arched her back, her nipples hard as diamonds, as she pressed her breasts into Ben's chest. I undid another button on my shirt, the warmth damn nearly killing me and they hadn't even really started yet. Hell, it's my brother, it's my best friend and they're screwing while I get hot. Where's damn justice when I need it. I stared at the television, watching him strip off her slacks and tear open his jeans. I glanced away as his pecker came bare, me not into my brother's equipment. Not like that lucky little bitch of a Wendy.
