We were on our way south, headed towards Alabama to visit family. Every Christmas we make this trip. Although this time, it was a little different. The six of us: myself, my husband Keith, my brother John, his wife Krysten, and my parents. We decided to rent a van to make the drive down. It was cheaper that way, plus we got to spend some quality family time together. Although, that wouldn't be the only "quality family time" we would have. We'd be staying at a cabin set deep in the woods that was run by a family friend. It was a nice little place. Very quiet and subdued, it gave you ample opportunity to relax and get in touch with yourself. No TV or internet helped keep the distractions to a minimum. It was a six hour drive so we had plenty of time to talk and catch up with what was going on in each others' lives. By the time we got to the cabin it was late at night and we were all tired. John and Keith helped Dad unload the car while Mom, Krysten and I got sleeping arrangements figured out and made sure the cabin was stocked with food. Needless to say, by the time everything was unloaded and things were settled we were all extremely tired. Mom and Dad took the back bedroom, Keith and I took the one between the living room and my parents' room, and John and Krysten slept on the pullout bed.
I woke the next morning to find a note from Mom letting us know that she and Dad had gone to the grocery store for more food and were also going to be visiting a few family friends. I smiled to myself; they were going to be gone for quite a while. I stretched, working all the kinks out of my back from riding in the van for so long. When I looked over at Keith, I noticed a rather large lump underneath the sheets. God I loved the morning. Sex was always better then. But as much as I wanted him I didn't want to wake him up. He hadn't been sleeping well for a few weeks and right now it seemed like he was in a deep sleep. I didn't want to ruin it. Instead, I got up and threw on a robe. I figured I'd fix breakfast for all of us with whatever was in the kitchen. I left the bedroom, closing the door slowly, I didn't want to wake anyone up. When I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen I noticed John and Krysten still sleeping on the couch bed. I couldn't help but notice that John had a similar lump under the sheets with one slight difference. The sheets had been pushed down slightly so I could tell he was sleeping nude. The head of his cock was peeking out. Immediately I got wet. I closed my eyes to the image and tried to focus on finding eggs and bacon. But my eyes kept being pulled to my brother's large dick.
I decided to fix some coffee. It was easy and I didn't run the risk of setting the cabin on fire, I hoped. Still my eyes were pulled to my brother. He'd kicked the sheets even lower so I could see everything. His long muscular legs stretched out. I followed the line of his leg up to his hip, his side, and noticed his hand was slowly stroking his cock. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. I followed his strong arms up to his wide shoulders and then finally his face. I was shocked to see him watching me. I felt heat rush up my face. I shouldn't be looking at my brother's body that way, let alone wanting to touch him. My breath was coming faster just from the thought of it all. I sat the coffeepot down. My hands were shaking and I didn't want to drop it and wake everyone up. When I glanced back up, John was stroking his cock faster. He smiled at me and motioned for me to come over. I wasn't sure I wanted to but my body knew. Before I knew it I was standing beside him. He grabbed my hand pulling me down. I knelt by his side of the bed. He led my hand to his throbbing cock. I gently squeezed him and watched his eyes close. I stroked him from base to tip with my fingertips and watched as his hands convulsed, gripping the sheets. When I looked back down at his dick, I noticed a shining drop of precum at the head. My tongue slowly licked it off causing John to arch off the bed. Because it's a pullout bed it squeaked loudly. He and I both glanced at Krysten as she stirred in her sleep. Thankfully, she didn't wake. Slowly, John leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Let's move so we don't wake her." I nodded my agreement and moved so he could get up. We moved away from the bed in front of the open front door. It was still early in the morning so I was pretty sure no one would be coming up to the cabin. Especially since it's set so far back in the woods. I turned to ask John where he wanted to go but when I faced him he forced me to my knees. His cock was at eye level. I licked my lips, wanting so bad to suck on his cock. Instead, I went back to stroking him. He grew harder in my hand with every movement. I wrapped my hand around his dick and squeezed, jacking him off. His hands found my hair and gripped it. I smiled and leaned closer to him, flicking my tongue over the head. John threw his head back, a moan escaping his mouth. I replaced my hand with my mouth, my tongue caressing and swirling up and down his dick. His grip on my hair got tighter and tighter. God he tasted amazing. I started sucking on him, gently at first but harder when he started thrusting into my mouth. I gag, clawing at his thighs, as he shoves his dick down my throat. Quickly he pulls me off the floor and throws me on my back on the coffee table, strewing newspapers and magazines all over the floor.
John pulls the tie on my robe as it opens revealing my breasts, my nipples tight. He gives me a smile of approval and reaches down, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. I arch under the touch of his hands, my legs spreading wide inviting him in. I can feel his cock pushing against my slit. I moan and he gives me a look, telling me to keep quiet so we don't wake Krysten and Keith. His dick keeps probing against me, making me whimper. I want him in me so bad. Suddenly he thrusts hard enough, pushing himself all the way in. I grip his hips trying to get him even deeper. John grabs my shoulders, holding me down on the coffee table and starts pounding away in my pussy. I spread my legs wider, trying to give him more room. He leans down, kissing my neck and biting gently.
"You know, those nights you'd get out of the shower and I'd come finger you, I always wanted to take you while you were still dripping wet," he whispered in my ear. I arched and moaned, moving against him. His thrusts got faster and harder. Now I knew what Krysten got every night and I was jealous. His grip got tighter and his breathing heavier. I gripped his arms and watched him. We kept eye contact as he fucked me harder. Suddenly I felt him explode inside me as he moaned softly, my pussy contracting around his cock, milking it for every last drop of my brother's cum. He pushed inside me one last time, making cum run down my thigh. My heart stopped as I heard a door open then close. John pulled out of me quickly and when he moved I could see Keith standing there. I thought for sure he would be pissed to find out that my brother had just fucked me over and cummed in me. But then I noticed his own cock straining against his pajama pants. I smiled at him and sat up, my robe falling off my shoulders.
