It Just Happened 6

Author's note: This one is short. My second story ever, I'm just trying stuff out, so feedback is appreciated. This one is explicitly a cheating story, with a focus on anal. Be warned.

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Five minutes. I felt so bad, oh my God, but apparently it only took five minutes for me to cheat on my husband. With my brother. In my ass.

I'm Dana. I'm not a slut, I'm really not. I've been with my husband Sean for five years, and we love each other. I'd had a handful of boyfriends before Sean, but we had just clicked. He matched my sense of humor, we had an amazing time in bed, he was hot, and I was very much in love with him.

That Thursday, my brother Justin was coming over just to hang out. He'd been having a tough time at work, and needed to blow off some steam. He's a good guy, really. Only, I forgot he was coming over. It had been a busy month, and I was having trouble keeping dates straight in my head.

I guess I should tell you about myself. I'm a short, slender blonde with small boobs and a big butt. I like the way dresses make my legs look, so I wear them most days. I like to think I'm pretty, my husband calls me gorgeous, though that's his job. My eyes are blue and my lips look good wrapped around some dick.

So I'd been doing some research. Sean and I were adventurous in bed, but that usually meant stuff like being a little naughty in public, or seeing how athletically we could fuck, that kind of thing. He really liked that pile driver position, where I lay back on my shoulders with my pussy in the air, and he fucks down into my little hole. That position let him get super deep, and I was happy to cum on his dick, like, a bunch. So, anyway, I was doing research, to give my husband a naughty present, namely my ass.

I had picked up lube and a butt plug, and I set to getting that thing worked into my ass whenever my husband wasn't around. Sean was a huge fan of eating my ass, so I had to be careful not to let him catch on, or it would ruin the surprise. I had this idea that I'd get him all hard and hot, climb on top, and just guide him into the "wrong" hole, but smoothly and confidently. Just watch his brain melt out his dick. Y'know?

Not quite how it happened.

That Thursday was the day I'd decided I was ready. Sean had a bit of a late shift, and I worked from home, so I spent a lot of the day with the plug in, occasionally fucking my ass with it. I discovered I was a big fan of anal early on, and the wait to give it to Sean had made the anticipation just delicious.

So there I was, plugged up and horny, when my brother knocked on the door. "Dana, you home?" Came his deep voice through the door.

Shit! What? I didn't understand why he was here. "Justin? You okay?" I asked through the screen door.

He frowned, holding a case of beer and some hard seltzers, "Yeah, you guys told me to come over today. You forget? Oh there's Sean." We both waved as Sean's car approached, parking by the curb, as my car was in the driveway. He hopped out and gave me that smile and I just wanted to drag him to bed.

Since I'd had the plug in all day, I totally forgot about it in the ensuing chaos. Beers were opened, laughs were had, a movie was put on, and then I sat down. Oh right, butt plug. Hmmm.

I was wearing a floral print sundress, one of my favorites, and it was a tad short with my little thong on, but the only people who could see me here were either allowed to look or wouldn't look. Though maybe Justin was looking? He glanced at me often enough. I always thought my little brother was cute, and that hadn't changed as he neared his 30s. I had just turned 30 myself, and I was glad I still looked good enough to draw attention. My brother's attention, though? I found I really didn't mind too much. He was harmless.

Sean's phone rang. It was work. "Gimme five minutes, I was expecting this one. Shouldn't be too long."

Sure. This happened sometimes, no biggie.

Justin was sitting on an overstuffed armchair, working through his third or fourth beer, and was feeling no pain, as they say. "Hey, Dana. C'mere." He held his arms out for a hug. I'm a cuddle monster and cannot resist a pair of comfy man arms, and Justin's were my second favorite after Sean's.

This was just one hug out of thousands, but I was horny already. When his arms wrapped around me, I was painfully reminded of that fact. This wasn't a response to Justin, mind you, just a continuation of the torture I'd been putting myself through in preparation for a lovely night with my husband. I was NOT attracted to my brother. Not explicitly. Maybe just a little explicitly. Ugh, it's not my fault, he's just cute and kind to me.

So we spent the first minute snuggling on the armchair, his big arms wrapped around my little body, and I was happy. I felt safe and warm and nice.

Then he got hard. That's okay, that's what boys do, and I took it as a compliment. He flexed it against my butt a few times, but he was a tad tipsy and not thinking straight and I wouldn't hold it against him.

I stayed there for a few minutes, then went to get up. But one of the empty bottles had tipped over and my bare foot hit it weird. I sat down hard on his dick. Sounds innocent and sexy, right?

Nah. The butt plug punched his dick, hurting both of us.

"Ow holy fuck!" I shrieked. Meanwhile he just thrust his hands under my butt to cover his junk, groaning loudly.

"What the fuck is that, Dana?" Like I said, his hands were under my butt, and he could feel the plug pressing against the back of his hand.

I was kinda writhing around, my hand on my butt, and wasn't listening. Having just had my bowels punched by a lump of rounded steel, I wasn't firing on all cylinders, mentally speaking. I should've gotten up, but instead I reached back and hooked my thong to the side and pulled that plug out, breathing a big sigh of relief as the pain started easing.

"Sorry little brother. I had a butt plug in, y'know, for Sean." I held it up for him to see.

I don't think he was listening at first, busy feeling around for trauma, but his head snapped up when I said 'butt plug' and he gave me a look, somewhere between "that's crazy" and "that's so fucking hot". I found that the pain was gone, but the horny was back in full force under that stare.

Justin was wearing basketball shorts, and at some point he had pulled them down. Trying to inspect the damage of a dick punch is difficult without looking at the dick. I get it. But I was still on his lap, kinda leaning off to the side. Naughty little brother.

"That fucking hurt." Justin said. "Can dicks get bruised?"

"I don't know. Does it feel tender?" Why wasn't I moving?

"Hard to tell so soon. You know, I, uh, wasn't expecting to get punched in the dick by my sister's anal toy today. Weird day. So you like it in the butt, huh?" His eyes were intense, and I realized I could feel him against me. Throbbing.

"Never tried, actually. It was a surprise. Uh. That thing seems like it's working fine." I giggled as it flexed against me. It felt really nice, the warmth and the soft, silky hardness of dicks in general, and the thrill of a new dick touching me. And it was Justin's. Extra spicy.

"I dunno. I can't exactly look for bruising. I'll probably have to have someone, uh, look at it?"

"I'm not looking at your dick, Justin," I said breathily. At some point, I had started putting more weight on his dick, his cock really, it was throbbing at me, and now I was a little bit grinding on it. My thong was still to the side and I was aware of how close he was to my pussy. It was a sexy thrill, and I wasn't thinking very clearly.

"You could touch it for me. I can't really tell what hurts right now, but maybe with someone else's hand it would be easier."

The logic was NOT sound, it was a non sequitur, there was no reason for my hand to be currently wrapped around a thick, pulsing cock that wasn't my husband's. Did I do that? Did he take my hand and put it there? I don't remember. But I didn't take my hand off, and I was giving him a handjob. Long, luxurious strokes, like I used on Sean. Justin responded just the same.

Justin's cock was similar in size to Sean's, but there was just something about holding my brother's cock so suddenly that was wiping my brain. I couldn't think. My hand gently twisted as I stroked, looking into my little brother's eyes as I blatantly pleasured him. His eyes read shock, lust, and love. A lot like how Sean looked at me when I caught him off guard in the bedroom, and it made the whole thing worse.

My ass had felt empty since I took the plug out, and I had apparently abandoned the thing somewhere. I wanted that sexy pressure back. At no point did I actually think "I need to put my brother's cock in my ass" but I realized I had pointed him there. He was prodding against that lubed, stretched little hole, though I don't think he knew that. His thrusts upwards were responses to my ongoing handjob, but they kept him knocking at that little ring. Poking and prodding and teasing me. It was ready for him, if that's what I was going to do, and I realized that, yes, that's what I was going to do.

My eyes were locked on my brother as I sat on his lap, my butt towards him, but my shoulders turned to face him. "Justin. I need it," I whispered. He nodded, and I pushed down.

He was bigger than the plug, for sure. I liked the feeling of stretching my ass, so I sized the plug a little smaller than Sean's dick, and Justin's was pretty close to that. So my brother was stretching my ass out as he pushed inch after inch into my tiny butthole. He made sexy grunting sounds, and just wouldn't stop pushing up into me. That's fine, he wasn't gonna hurt me, and the naughtiness of the whole thing was like nitro in my veins. I was lightheaded and so fucking horny.

"Fuck. This cherry was for Sean. Fuck. Why is that hot? Ungh!" I was rubbing my clit now, as my brother bottomed out in my ass. I ground down, enjoying the different angles as a billion booty flavored nerve endings fired.

"Fuck, Dana, it's like a furnace in this ass!" He growled. I was a fucking mess. I love being praised, especially during sex, and my brother grunting at me about how good my ass felt was such a twisted version of praise. He lifted me up by the backs of my thighs, just my whole body, on his arms, and then lowered me again, shoving his cock back in. Two more strokes like that and I could feel my orgasm barreling down on me.

My dress kept falling down over me, so I clenched it in my teeth, spread my legs lewdly, and rode him hard, my fingers playing with my clit while my pussy oozed juices EVERYWHERE.

And that's how Sean found us.

He was just putting his phone away, and I realized I was moaning and grunting. I hoped that wasn't audible on his call. Fuck, what a weird thought, but anything to avoid thinking about my beloved husband's look of shock.

It really was just pure shock, I couldn't see anything else in that expression, but it certainly made sense. There was his pretty little loving wife, who had never once fooled around on him, being absolutely plowed in the ass by her own brother. Five minutes after he left the room.

I came like a goddamn nuke going off. I screamed someone's name, though I think it was both of them at different times. I babbled for Sean to not be mad, while I fucking squirted on my brother for him to watch. My achy, empty pussy released more juice right then than I'd ever seen.

And then Justin started to cum, and it started all over again. His head had been buried in my hair the whole time, so he couldn't see my husband, and so he just kept on fucking me. And fucking me. And fucking me. Until he came, his big balls clenching as he started to fire white hot ropes of cum into my ass. And when I felt that, under my husband's piercing gaze, I felt exposed and excited and vulnerable and sexy and so fucking guilty and I came again. I screamed my throat raw as I looked Sean in the eyes and took my brother's cum, as he took my cherry.

As Justin came down, I started to see emotions flicker through my husband's eyes. It was like I could read his soul. Anger, confusion, and betrayal, for sure. My heart ached for him. But there was lust there, too, which made sense. And a challenge, like "you will make this up to me". Fucking yes, sir! Finally, and my heart sang, I saw love. Adoration. He still loved me, and his heart wasn't broken. I would do whatever I could to help him mend, I was absolutely committed to that, but he still loved me. That's what mattered.

However, there was still something left to do. My coup de grace, which I had prepped for quite a bit, and was intended to show Sean just how naughty his wife was. Well, it would still work this way, and I found I couldn't stop myself.

I rose off Justin's cock and dropped to my knees. Sean would have a profile view of this from where he was standing. I looked first him, and then my brother in the eyes, sultry and slutty, as I sucked Justin's cock. I moaned like a whore as I cleaned his cock, and it wasn't just for show. Doing something with that many layers of naughty was driving me crazy, and I was near another orgasm without any stimulation at all. I should go through the layers of naughty, right? 'Cause that's hot?

I was sucking my brother's cock, while my husband watched, having not consented to the arrangement, after that cock was in my ass and was now covered in my brother's tasty cum. Oh. Yep, that'll do it. Thinking through it like that actually made me cum.

So there I was, moaning and groaning and shaking as I cleaned my brother with my tongue, just looking them both in the eyes, one after the other, as I came on the floor. I'd never felt so dirty, not even close, but with those two men I don't think I felt particularly judged. I felt safe.

There was a good chance I was imagining things, as I hadn't talked to Sean yet, but I leaned into it anyway. I let myself be dirty, imagining that the two men I loved most would let me, protect me and cherish me for it, all while an incredible orgasm ripped through me.

Finally, shuddering, I collapsed to the floor, panting. There were suddenly arms around me, like a bunch of them, as those two men came to me.

"Hey, shhhh, baby girl," Sean was whispering, and I realized I was crying. Not cool, Dana, he should be the upset one. But I wasn't really upset, just overwhelmed, and there wasn't much to be done but wait it out. "I'm here. You have a story to tell me but I'm here."

Good. He would hear me out. I buried my head into his chest and let it out. All the anxiety and deep fear that the lust had hidden rose to the surface and I cried it out. Eventually, I calmed down and he set me down. Justin must have made coffee, because a warm mug was pressed into my hands and I took a grateful sip, looking at nothing.

Sean took a breath, "So where do you wanna have this conversation?" He asked me. Looking at his pants, he was hard as a rock.

"Our bed?" I asked hopefully. He nodded. I looked at Justin.

He waved his hands, "I'm going, I'm going."

"Wait!" I said, panicked. "What if I wanna talk after? Can you stay?" I looked to Sean, "Can he stay?"

They both shrugged helplessly. Justin took a seat, back in that same seat, and opened another beer. Sean gestured, and I followed him to the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

"Sean, I-" I didn't get very far.

His tongue was in my mouth and my delightful, sexy husband was making love to me in less than a minute. I got to look in his eyes as he came in me, eyes full of love, while my desperately charged little body orgasmed over and over. And then he was a beast, flipping me over and letting the rage out, pounding my pussy and making me scream. But he didn't cum there. Nope, he lay me on my belly, legs spread, and lined that cock up with my slippery little asshole, and shoved himself in in one go. And once he'd cum in my ass, I cleaned it for him, just like I had for Justin, but he was still hard. There was a lot of erotic energy in what I had done, and he was desperately horny until I milked his cum down my throat.

Finally, he was spent. We lay on the bed together, panting and moaning.

Once he got his breath, Sean said, "Don't think this means anything. I refuse to be judged for being horny after that."

"I'd honestly be worried if you weren't. That was a shocking thing to walk in on. I'm really sorry, Sean."

"So what was any of that?" He asked.

"I dunno. It just happened."

"Give me the full story, then."

So I explained. The prep work for my gift. Being horny all day so I could ambush him. Forgetting Justin was coming over, and the bizarre few minutes that led to all that happening. And he listened, he let me finish. He asked questions and stuff, but he didn't get mad or call me disgusting like maybe he should've. Like I felt I deserved.

Eventually, we were quiet. He held me, like I know I needed him to.

"So, what now?" I eventually asked.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm mad, which is weird. I feel like I should be, and I think I would be if he were anyone else."

I laughed. "Is this the one case where the incest makes it better?"

"I fucking think so? Like, he's not gonna steal you, and that's my main concern. We just had the best sex I can recall, so I'm not jealous, either. Like, you're mine, right?"

"Very much." I snuggled into him.

"And you're not judging me for being aroused by all that?"

"No? I didn't cuck you, or whatever. I mean, maybe technically, but I'm not sitting here getting off on how much better he is than you, or wanting to humiliate you. That was just hot because it was hot, and you agree that it was hot. I don't really have more answers than that."

"Ugh. Yeah, please don't get a taste for this. I don't mind Justin, he's your brother and it doesn't count. But anything else is weird and will make me mad, I think."

"Mmkay." I was quiet for a while, then, "Hey baby?"

"Hmmm?"

"What do you mean, Justin doesn't count?"

"Dunno. Doesn't feel like it counts. It's almost just, exclusively hot."

"Hmmm." I was quiet again, then, "Hey baby?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would it count if it happened more than that one time?"

"Don't think so. Still hot."

"Hmmm." Quiet again, then, "Hey baby?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I go fuck him again?"

"Aren't you sore?"

"Just my ass."

"Bummer."

"Why?"

"Wanted to DP you."

"I'm not that sore." I got up from him, excited. But I paused, giving him a sexy grin. "Hey baby?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your sister's really hot."

He looked baffled, then deeply aroused. "Hey! Get back here!"

Cackling like a witch, I dragged my husband, both of us naked and horny, down the hall. Towards my brother.