The light woke me up. At least it threatened to do so. My mind could not quite focus. Where was it coming from?
Then I felt the hand cradling my breast, the stiff cock tucked between my legs. I was in my brother's bed. We fell asleep last night after I passionately performed fellatio on him and triggered my own explosive orgasm in the process. I recommend reading Healing if your memory needs jogging.
Doug stirred and his cock twitched. "Good morning little sister. I don't remember sleeping so soundly in ages."
"Thank you," he whispered as he softly kissed my neck.
"Time for that later," I responded as he began working his hips in an attempt to find my vaginal opening. True, I was horny as well, but I needed a shower, breakfast, and a call to my husband in that order.
"Let's shower. You can wash my back, and I will soap your cock."
"Mmmm, sounds nice."
"But, you will save your cum for my story tonight. I want you on edge and ready to burst."
I realized I had the crusty remains of dried semen on my face and smiled at the memory of Doug ejaculating on me. It took me back to wild parties in my twenties. I thought about what I would do with Doug this evening and decided I would begin relating the highlights of my sexual development and escapades in my twenties. Would it be like A Thousand and One Nights, each story more explicit and shocking than the last? Hmmm, is that a correct analogy? I wasn't sure since I had never actually read the stories, but I liked the thought.
I stepped into the shower while Doug relieved himself before joining me. I started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Doug asked.
"You peeing while I am sharing the bathroom with you. It's like we are an old married couple."
"Or, young lovers."
"I like that better," I said as I turned and grabbed his cock. My soapy hands stroked him to a full erection before I released him. "That's enough, I don't want to spoil your fun tonight."
As I turned away, Doug grabbed me from behind, rubbing his cock into my ass crack. He started soaping my tits and crotch. I was ready to cum when he fingered my clit. Then he abruptly stopped.
"Now it's your turn to suffer sis. What's fair is fair."
We toweled each other dry and headed naked to the kitchen for breakfast. Doug handed me his BBQ apron so I wouldn't splash myself while cooking eggs and bacon. He grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of me standing at the stove, naked in the apron with a white towel wrapped around my head. I felt sexy dressed in just a towel atop my head. I often teased my husband in the mornings, making his breakfast and sharing coffee before dressing for the day. Doug took the shot from the side so my butt didn't show, just my profile. I was obviously naked beneath the apron. You could see my side boob and exposed butt cheek as I smiled at the camera.
"That is not to be shared on Facebook," I laughed.
"No, but I thought you might want to share with Frank when you call him later."
I had not thought about what I would tell Frank about last night. The picture just might be a way to break the ice with him and give him something to think about. It was, after all, his idea that I stimulate my brother's libido, and he had packed my sexy, risqué clothes.
Sitting naked with my brother over breakfast felt right. He told me that he and Janice often spent the weekend naked. She enjoyed the freedom and basking in the sun by the lake.
"Well, then that is how we should spend our day."
My brother smiled, his eyes staring off into a distant memory of his younger days with a Janice. Yes, I knew this would be a good day for him and I had my own memories to relive. I had not spent a day naked with anyone since meeting Frank. Maybe I should think about introducing him to the practice?
"I'll call Frank and then we can enjoy the sun."
I knew Frank would be in his office eating his lunch and waiting for my call. He answered on the first ring.
"Hi honey. How are you and your brother doing?"
"Good, real good. He has been enjoying the bikinis you packed. We've spent each afternoon in the backyard, sunning ourselves and swimming. He has even suggested I lose my top so I don't get tan lines."
"Have you?"
I laughed. "Not yet, you think I should?"
Frank didn't answer directly. "Does he like your negligees?"
"If I had worn one of them, then he would have seen my tits and being topless wouldn't be an issue."
"You didn't answer my question."
"And you didn't answer mine."
Frank wanted to know more about Doug's state of mind and my comfort level. He kept pushing me about what I was doing to get closer with my brother.
"You really want this to happen?" I asked. "How far do you want it to go?"
"What do you mean?"
"Another question instead of an answer. I am beginning to think you want me to tell you I slept with my brother. Does the thought of that turn you on?"
"Maybe. Have you?"
I told him he was incorrigible. If he wasn't careful, he just might get his wish. That is when I realized he just might be serious. He liked to tell me his fantasies about watching me have sex with others when we made love, but I always chalked it up to talk to enhance his excitement. I never let on that it excited me to have others watch me fucking. Maybe I was needlessly denying myself the pleasures I enjoyed before Frank. So I decided to test him.
"Doug has seen my black sleeping tee."
"Really? Did he like it?"
"Yes. He confided that he and Janice had made a sex tape. Janice enjoyed it so much, that she started having sex with other men while Doug filmed them. They would watch the tapes together before making love."
"Really?"
"Doug has a large collection of soft and hardcore porn that they enjoyed."
