Sorry guys--No oversized male or female equipment here--No ANAL no cruelty. I work hard on these stories for which I receive 0 cents per hour so if my spelling or grammar doesn't suit don't expect a refund.
I was 23 when these events began. I had just received my Masters in Special Education. My brother Paul 2 years my senior had just been recruited into a job entry level job with a major company after serving his military obligation.
Paul was hunting for appropriate living space near his job when tragedy struck. Mom and dad were killed when they were somehow overcome by carbon monoxide at the auto repair shop they operated.
Long story short, after the funeral, when we dug into our parents financial's we found that our parents had died broke. Actually more than broke. The house was heavily mortgaged and the business would at best at break even when sold.
This was, we figured out, because while we thought that our college expense was being paid out of savings and current income they actually were being paid by a mortgage and several personal loans. This was before the widespread availability of 'Student Loans'.
My brother was the one who finally put the situation in the proper perspective.
"Gail." He said. "Legally we can simply walk away. The estate is negative. Even though if there was a surplus we would be entitled to share it, we are not obligated to pay the debts.
"But." He said. "The debts are what they borrowed to send us through college. They were able to get them to a large extent because they were honest and everyone knew it. As far as I am concerned we should repay them. In fact I intend to assume them and will so notify each of the lenders."
I agreed but was concerned with how we would do it. The end result of that discussion was that we would keep the house. I would continue to live there full time and commute to work. Paul would scale down his housing search and find something simple and cheap, He would spend his weekends at home keeping the house in good repair. We figured that three years of tight living would be necessary.
Actually it only took two. We both put every spare cent into the pay off. The local bank which was owed about half the money was so impressed with us that they decided to forgo the interest which was a considerable help.
Paul was at that time in a traveling capacity which kept him on the road most nights which meant that he seldom needed to use his modest apartment.
After the loans were paid we were so comfortable with the situation that we gradually began improvements to the house. Meanwhile our lives took on a pattern of sorts. Socially we attended most events together. We hardly ever discussed our relationship. Those who knew us as siblings continued to regard us as siblings.
Other's took it for granted that we were married, after all we had the same last name. We never enlightened them either. Perhaps, unconsciously we were thinking ahead to a time when ............
Sexually we were both relatively chaste but fully aware of the other's activities and thought nothing of teasing each other about them. Me? My only human encounters came from a BI monthly encounter with my college roommate and her husband. They were incidentally both nicknamed Pat. He was Patrick she was Patricia.
I had a nice collection of toys which helped fill the bill for me. Paul knew of them and had presented me with one of those hard to open gag gifts for my birthday. When I finally got it opened I found that it was a package of 24 double A batteries.
In retaliation I was able to scare up one of those blow up females reputedly used by Japanese sailors on long voyages. I also made sure that there was always a box of tissues next to his bed.
Paul was occasionally bedding his High School girlfriend who he had long ago deprived of her virginity. She captured his at the same moment. She was married and lived in a nearby town and she and her husband apparently had an arrangement.
As the holiday season approached however I was getting increasingly horny. I was starting have my brother's image creep into my fantasy encounters. It was a New Years Eve almost four years after our parents passing when the event that changed our lives occurred.
We had gone to a party which had broken up before midnight because of a fight between our host and our hostess. We joined four old friends at their house to continue the party. As midnight approached the dancing became quite intimate between the two married couples. Paul and I were sitting it out simply enjoying the interaction when our hostess took note of us.
"Hey everybody." Said Janet. "We can't have Paul and Gail left out of the midnight activities how about we all switch partners for awhile. I'll dance with Paul, Bill you dance with Gail and I'll give my husband a break from me and make him dance with Gloria. Everybody game? OK then, let's switch."
We did just that and Bill and I danced and enjoyed a midnight kiss then I danced with Janet's husband Jim. He and I eventually found a dark corner and kissed intimately for a few minutes and we each copped a feel or two before the party broke up. That only added to my horny vibes.
Paul and I walked home then we each headed for our own rooms to get rid of the constricting clothing. We met in the living room for a final drink each of us now wearing pajamas. Paul was wearing a sexy silk set which had been my main XMAS gift to him. I was wearing a hostess pajama set which had been a gift from my bi-monthly friends.
The only light was from the gas fire place and a couple of XMAS candles. W stood next to each other in front of the fire place and rehashed the party. Eventually the conversation turned to the final dance.
"I saw you making out with Jim." He said. "Were there tongues?"
"Certainly, I caught Janet's action with you and knew that she couldn't complain. I was thinking of inviting them over. Maybe there's some action there for both of us. I have a hunch that they might swing. In fact they might swing both ways. Interested?"
"Wow. You really must be getting desperate. That's a bit close to home, don't you think?"
"Our opportunities are pretty limited, don't you think?"
Paul didn't answer that remark but instead said.
"We didn't have a New Years dance. Let's dance and discuss our prospects for getting laid another time." With that he found some good romantic slow dance music and held out his arms.
As we dance we moved ourselves closer and closer until we were dancing more like lovers than siblings. Our legs slipped between the other's and I could feel Paul beginning to grow an erection. We were soon cheek to cheek, our mouths each close to the other's ear.
I could feel myself begin to breath harder, I could hear Paul breath beginning to come faster. After a few more minutes Paul whispered into my ear those life changing words.
"It occurs to me that one possibility for getting laid that we have overlooked is each other." As he spoke his erection became a rigid pole probing my female lips. With only two thin layers of silk separating us it had no trouble parting them.
I didn't answer but pressed even closer. The dance then became totally erotic. There is an old saw that dancing is 'vertical intercourse', we proved it to be correct. We moved our feet occasionally but humped, moving our bodies against each other.
The two thin layers of silk separating the tip of Paul's hard cock from my clit became soaked both from my wetness and his precum. This seemed to enhance the eroticism of their contact.
"We keep this up and I'm gonna come." Paul whispered.
That was all it took. "I AM coming." I whispered back. I stuck my tongue in his ear just as my body began to tremble. Seconds later my whole vagina began to contract and release convulsively.
At that instant Paul's pelvic movements became much harder as he seemed to be trying to push himself into me. He did succeed to some extent. He was about an inch inside of me when I felt the warmth of his cum which had escaped through the flimsy silks begin to heat my vaginal tunnel.
This was followed by a mad frenzy of us unbuttoning and unsnapping each other to get our upper bodies naked. After that getting the bottoms down was a minor effort. That accomplished we fell on to the imitation bear skin stretched out in front of the fire place.
We wasted no time in getting ourselves into the missionary position and it took only seconds more for me to guide that hard cock into my hot, slippery, cunt. There was no pause as we began that in out motion commonly called fucking.
And what a fuck it was. The why's and the wherefore's can be debated but for me it was the most exciting fuck of my life. It was only a moment until I came again. A few minutes later it became one continual orgasm. Moments after that Paul's cum was heating my insides as they had never been heated before.
