Derrick threw on some clean jeans and a tshirt. He brushed his long chestnut hair, tying it up into a loose bun before slipping on some shoes. Walking out his front door, he made sure to lock it, only after fumbling with his keys for a moment. He was headed to his big brother B's place. It was Derrick's birthday and B wanted to celebrate with a couple of beers and some Tekken.
Upon arrival he was greeted by and introduced to two friends of B's, but he could barely hear their names over the music.
B called Derrick over to the living room couch and passed him a video game controller. The TV flashed over to a fighting game menu. Kamie, B's wife of 4 years, danced into the room. Her tiny purple sundress billowed over her luscious hips as she swayed. Derrick tried like hell to look away but found himself distracted every time her panties peeked through.
B bopped him playfully on the head to signify he was ready to start. Derrick was mortified. Was he caught? Did B even notice where he was looking? He'd managed to hide the heavy attraction to his sister-in-law for nearly ten years already. She, 25 years old at the time, went to high-school with Derrick. The pair became very close and remained that way even after she began to date and would eventually go on to marry his older brother.
Kamie had a reputation for being easy, though Derrick never made it past seeing her naked. Over the years her petite frame, juicy thighs, and small, firm breasts fueled his dreams, not to mention his frenzied pubescent masturbation.
A handful of hours passed as they took turns doling out virtual beatings. B's friends left a while back and Kamie was stumbling drunk. In an attempt to sit between B and Derrick, she fell squarely onto Derrick's lap, landing so that her soft skin was uncovered on top of his hands and controller.
His hands instinctively cupped her meaty behind in an attempt to catch her. The controller beneath her buzzed harshly as B took the opportunity to beat Dillon's fighter. His face was buried in bouncy blue hair as she fell back laughing. The peachy scent of her leave in conditioner was intoxicating.
"Baby I think you need to lay down." B stood and grabbed her hands, apologizing extensively to Derrick.
She chortled as he helped her to her feet. He led her to the bedroom where they stayed. Soon after Derrick could hear some music frlm the other room. He assumed B was helping her to bed and waited patiently. He continued the game on single player until he heard B calling his name.
He paused the game and headed over to B's room. Stepping around the cracked door, he spotted B kneeling down by the bed with his face buried in Kamie's ass. He froze, unsure if he was supposed to see this when B motioned for him to step over.
Derrick approached the bed, taking stock of how indisposed she appeared to be. She wasn't reacting to his presence, just panting and fidgeting in response to B's tongue. Her hips bucked as he licked and fingered faster, and after a few intense moments she orgasmed.
B turned and looked Derrick in the eye. "Do you want to fuck her, bro?" He spoke just above a whisper.
Derrick stammered, unsure of how to answer.
The tension was heavy. He stared at her body, his heart racing. B pressed him. "Do you want to? She's super wet. I know you want her. I know you have for like ever, and I mean, it is your birthday."
He remained speechless.
"Don't be scared, just go for it." B goaded his younger brother. "What are you worried about?"
