"I want to watch you fuck Jenna," my twin casually announced as we sat in the basement of his new house. Nothing we'd talked about so far led up to this, so I was not prepared for the question or to answer. The swig of whiskey I took seconds before now felt like it was burning its way through my lungs. I started violently coughing. I looked at the brother I'd known my whole life, the one with my identical face, as if he was now an alien.
"Is this a joke?" I managed to get out after one last cough. Kevin only shook his head with a sly smile, one where only the right side curled up. The same smile he always used before he dragged me into something crazy. The smile that said 'I know you want to'.
I ignored it. Did he really want me to fuck his wife or was he testing me? Did I stare at Jenna a little too long today? After all she is a gorgeous woman, my brother's wife. She was forbidden fruit, but fruit that I didn't mind ogling in secret. At least I thought it was a secret. He might have caught me looking but I would never do anything. Was he suspicious of me?
"I don't...want your wife Kev," I stated emphatically. I hoped this would be the end of it. "You can't have my wife." my brother fired back. He stared blankly with lips pressed tightly together. Kevin was very good at hiding his feelings from most people but I could tell he was insulted. I felt stupid for thinking he was giving her up to me.
I held my hands up in surrender. "I didn't mean any offense, ok? I just wanted you to know I'm not after your wife." He nodded but didn't speak. He must have sensed my rising discomfort and finally spoke again. "I'm...offering her to you... just this one time." I snorted in disbelief but he proceeded. "I want to see my wife being fucked by another man...and you're someone she trusts." My brows raised at that. "Someone... we BOTH trust."
"Did she suggest I do it?" I asked, trying not to sound embarrassingly hopeful. My mind reeled at the implications of his answer. My brother silently nodded and I had to fight to keep my face neutral. I couldn't tell from his expression whether the fact that his wife wanted it bothered him or not.
Although we're identical, my brother and I stopped looking alike many years ago. He's got this conservative corporate look going for him, clean-cut and freshly shaved. I've got a short beard and a few random tattoos. Maybe my sister-in-law wants to try a different version of her husband.
My twin was older than me by about a minute. In his mind, that one minute gave him the authority to take the lead. I just followed along with whatever he wanted because I loved him Most of the time what he wanted was what I wanted too. I never saw the problem in giving in.
Although right now, I was doubtful that I could say yes to this.
I forced myself to remain calm as more questions rolled through my head. Would I be the first or did they already open up their bedroom to other people? I shook my head. I couldn't believe it. They weren't married for that long. Is this a sign of trouble?
Kevin took another gulp from his glass and sat down in the chair next to me. "Please Kyle, don't make me beg," his voice had a playful but slightly desperate timbre to it. "I love Jenna. And ever since we've been together, this has been a fantasy of mine."
A weird lump formed in the back of my throat. I could tell this was difficult for him to talk to me about. This was an unusual thing to admit to, but he should know I would be the last person to judge him.
We always shared our deepest secrets. If there was anyone I could talk to about anything, it was my twin. I knew he felt the same way. Although this...this was something new. I had to reassure him. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him playfully. "Relax, big brother..I'm still here. I'm still listening."
Kevin smiled. He always liked it when I called him that. He took a deep breath. "It's just...it took me almost a year to convince Jenna all of this wasn't just so that I could go off and fuck someone else."
"Do you?...Want to fuck other people?" I asked quietly. He shook his head. "No, she is all I want but...I want to see her being fucked."
I nodded quietly even though his words shocked me. He said a year. For a year he tried to get Jenna to agree to this. I couldn't believe this had been on his mind for that long. "Her face...is so beautiful when she cums," he said, smiling with pride. I wiped my palms on the front of my jeans as I tried to imagine it.
"I was kind of hoping we could do it tonight."
My eyes shot towards my brother. He gave a small chuckle at the look on my face as he offered me another glass of whiskey. I looked at it for a second before knocking it back. I cleared my burning throat. "Are you trying to get me drunk enough to agree?" I chuckled but my question was half serious.
"Maybe," he smiled. "But if you knew what a good slut she could be, you wouldn't need liquid courage."
"Damn!" I chuckled before I wiped my hand over my nose and mouth. My gaze then went to the stairs that led up to the rest of the house. "Is..Is she waiting for us?" my voice was barely a whisper as if she could hear us talk about her. "Umm hmm," Kevin affirmed.
My cock stiffened at the thought. Images of his wife bombarded me. Jenna had the posture and attitude of a beauty queen. She always dressed fashionably and never flaunted her body. But, she couldn't hide her nice tight ass, and tits that fit perfectly in your hand. Now she was upstairs, waiting for me, naked and willing. Feeling the ache of my increasingly tightening briefs, I no longer doubted I could do it. But I still contemplated whether I should do it.
I bombarded my brother with questions to determine whetha+er he was secure enough to handle watching me fuck his wife. I wouldn't do anything to ruin our relationship. Not for a fuck. He assured me that he trusted me and this was something they discussed in depth. It was what they both wanted.
It's funny. It took almost no convincing for me to believe that my brother's wife wanted to fuck me. But I just couldn't imagine my brother wanting to see it. I always thought cucks were weak. My brother was anything but. A question shot to the forefront of my mind. I blurted it before I could stop myself.