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When I finally woke up the next morning Ander was gone from my bed, and apparently the house. I woke up horny and hopeful that Ander would take me once again. My dreams the night before were incredibly erotic, the moisture flowing from me had little to do with the potent seed he had filled me with the night previous. I figured I was better off, I was getting too close to Ander. I laid in bed for a while lightly stroking and petting my very sore pussy. My ministrations were feeling really good, I stopped before I got too out of control.
I found the t-shirt Ander was wearing before he entered my room. I stripped off my confining clothes and slipped it on. It felt great to be a little exposed, and I was loving the scent still on his shirt. I puttered around the house all morning, riding high on the orgasmic pleasure I had experienced the night previous.
I received a call at around nine or so from Paul. We chatted about nothing for a couple of minutes, and then he asked, "Well, uh, how did it go?" I paused long enough for Paul to say, "You still there sweetie? Hello?" I snapped out of it and replied, "Oh, yeah, uh, sorry, yeah. Everything went as planned. You know how I was worried that it was going to be, really, really weird. But, well, Ander was very mechanical and professional, as we discussed."
Paul delayed his response, I heard heavy, if not gasping breathing on the other end of the line. Then he said, "Honey, I'm sorry about all of this. You know that I wish I could...do it,,, right? I just love you SO much!"
"I love you too, big guy. And of course I know that!"
"We need this, to complete our family. Let's just stay focused on that beautiful baby..."
"Oh, Paul. You're too sweet. I just wish it could be made by you and me! But this will be good too. I miss you," Paul had to run; the guys were running late for a tee time, and our conversation was holding up the works.
"Yes, me too hon. I love you."
"I love you too Paul, have a good time!" With that the phone clicked in my ear.
Ander came back about half an hour later with some shopping bags. He walked in and shouted, "Hey, Katie. Feeling good?" I said, "yeah, I'm feeling great!" He was digging around in the fridge pulling out ingredients, he then started whipping up an amazing breakfast with the ease of a pro. I joined in helping him chop and prep for our meal.
The whole time he was nothing but courteous, although I did catch him glancing at my swaying breasts under my thin t-shirt a few times. I really didn't mind him looking, considering I had stolen quite a few looks of his huge cock pressing against his tight athletic shorts. We sat down and gorged on our finished product, the food was fantastic.
We were working on our second and third cups of coffee feeling contentedly full, when Ander out of nowhere, placed his hand on my bare thigh and said, "OK, sis. I say we hit the sheets, and keep trying for that baby." I could hardly believe my ears. I kind of knew we'd be doing it once or twice more later that night, but not damn well now. Although I could feel a distinct tingle in my tummy when he mentioned my sheets.
A little shocked by his boldness, I instinctively replied, "I don't think so." But my body was already responding YES. I thought he would take me seriously and go watch TV or something, but I saw a moment of shock in his eyes.
"I mean, its not even noon yet!"
He didn't say anything at all, he didn't need to as his hand inched up my thigh. It wasn't until I asked, "Are you sure you can do this?" Ander looked as though he was getting pissed, and then he laughed: "Let's go find out. We've only got another day and a half, and I want to make sure you're knocked up. Who knows, this might be our only opportunity before my brother comes to his senses! There is no way I would ever share you with another man, infertile or not!"
"I don't know. I think we should wait till tonight, as we agreed." My mind was trying to be rational, but my body was yearning for release. I now had my legs spread as he slowly pushed his index finger into my sopping wet hole.
Ander just said, with a big smile, as he pumped with now a second fat finger, "Get your ass over here." His words were meant to be unaffected, but I could see the intensity and seriousness in his eyes. He didn't wait for me to answer. Pulling his fingers out of me, he walked over, picked me up with ease. He carried me down the hallway to the master bedroom, to the bed I share with my husband.
"Ander," I said, "Stop it. What are you doing? We can't fuck yet!" He didn't say anything, he dropped me on the bed, and lay on top of me, roughly pinning me down. He said, "Sorry. The minute I saw you in that shirt, and with nothing underneath, there was no question that I was going to have you." I could feel his python growing to full length again as he pressed it against my belly, the memories of the pleasure he brought me the night before came flooding back
"Well don't think you were the only one looking." He freed my hands as I began to work his shorts down over his hips. I could only reach so far until he completed the task for us.
He lost his balance for a split second, Ander's as his hips parted my thighs, and I could feel his veiny tool press up against my soaked pussy. My lips were now right against Ander's ear, and, involuntarily, I kissed it, trailing down his neck. I was making my way back up his chin when he grabbed my face and pulled it towards his. Ander kissed my cheek, my neck, and then his soft lips found their way to mine.
Softly at first, just brushing our lips together, and then harder, and then feeling Ander's tongue push past into my mouth. I couldn't help but to do the same thing back, sending my darting wet tongue past his lips. We kissed and felt each other up for what felt like an hour; it was almost better than sex, the build was making it that much more intense. Just the sense of being together, a man in complete lust with, was very gratifying. Then Ander started to make the moves to get back inside of me.
He sat me up, and pulled my shirt over my head, whipping it across the room. I was now completely nude, baring it all for my brother in law. I was trying to remember if Paul had ever seen me completely bare in the light of day. I grabbed his shirt at the bottom and lifted it up over his head. His fat cock was still pulsingly hard, I gave it a few gentle tugs, amazed at its firmness. We embraced, his chest pressed warmly against mine, we resumed kissing as my hands made their way down to his incredibly tight ass.
I was kissing him like I was in love with him, and maybe I was, on some level. I found myself moving my hands back towards his chest to get a feel of those incredible chest muscles and abs. Oh my... did they feel nice. So incredibly strong and hard. It really was a shame that we weren't ever going to fuck again after today, I thought, as he gently cupped my breast taking it fully into his bare hand. He was now holding my engorged nipple between his thumb and index finger. He gently began to roll them as his tongue found its way down my throat once again.
Then Ander kissed his way down the valley between my breasts. God, he knew how to kiss my tits! So unlike the mauling I was used to from Paul. He now used both hands to eagerly cup and caress them, his mouth moving back and forth between them, kissing them with passion all while making small nibbles around the outer edges. He would then zero back in with soft kisses and eager suckling on my hard nubs his tongue relentlessly working on my nipples. I could feel how incredibly wet I was getting.
Ander started trailing kisses down towards my belly, and kissed around the circumference of my cute belly button. Continuing down further kissing me lightly, I realized that he was actually going to put his mouth on my now dripping wet sex. Paul had never even tried before, I gently spoke out, "No, We can't do this, its not right!." It wasn't that I was against it, I just didn't know what to expect, and I had always been curious.
Before I could protest further he started running his long wet tongue from the base of my pussy lips to just below my clitoris. He gave little sucks to soft sensitive folds up and down my vagina, and it was obvious that he was really enjoying himself. His obvious enthusiasm was turning me on as much as anything else, the fact that he was loving what he was doing. I was surprised by my own reactions, my initial inhibitions dropped, I gripped the sheets tightly as a sudden hard spasm rippled through me as his tongue moved from inside me to my clit and back again.
I was really getting into it when he pulled away and said, "God Katie, I've wanted to lick your pussy since the day I first saw you in your wedding dress."
The mention of my wedding dress brought me back to reality and reminded me that what we were doing was wrong. I needed to clear those thoughts from my mind, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my pussy back into his pleasure giving mouth. I was writhing with passion as his pointed tongue darted in and out of my hole. The sloppy sounds of his work resonated in my mind. I was focused on one thing, getting as much pleasure as I could from this.
I screamed out in orgasm, it was quite good, but a mere drop in the bucket compared to what he gave me the night before. It felt really good to be pampered by his very generous tongue. I wanted to return the favor, the desire to give something in return was strong in me, and I was hoping Ander would want to put his penis in my mouth. Another part of me fought that desire, now I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. After my orgasm the desire was just as strong in me to now put a stop to this.
We were going too far. I said, "Ander. No more. We have to wait till tonight." I tried to push him away from my still quivering sex. He eventually complied, kissing his way back up my tight stomach, stopping off to spoil my very hard nipples once again. Ander then brought his lips to mine, I could taste my juices on him, and it filled me with a strange, and intense need. His hard cock gently nudged against my outer lips, my hips thrust instinctively against him, trying to bring his hard cock inside of me.
Now all I could think of was being fucked to the fullest by my new lover. As we made out he was running the length of his cock up and down my pussy. He knew I wasn't serious about stopping, and never even considered it as an option. As if on cue, Ander directed the tip of his massive cock to my opening. My pussy was ready to accommodate him, albeit a little sore from the pounding he gave me the night before. He began pushing in, a couple of inches at a time.
"Oh, take it easy baby, I'm a little raw down there from last night," I exclaimed in pain.
