My name is Bryan and I'd like to share a story about a series of events that took place last weekend at my brother Dave and my sister in law Alison's house.
Let me first start by telling you a little bit about my family. From as far back as I can remember my brother Dave and I have always been close. You never would've known that we were three years apart. We played the same sports, shared the same friends, and during our college years , unbeknownst to me at the time we even shared a few girlfriends.
After college we went our separate ways for a few years. I went on to be a manager for a local building supply company, and Dave left the state to peruse his dream of being a sports writer. Despite living so far apart, we always stayed in touch with each other whether it be a phone call or even a weekend trip to what ever town he happened to be staying in that month.
After nearly two years of bouncing from state to state Dave moved back home when he landed a gig as a producer for a local radio station where he eventually met Alison. To this day I can clearly remember the first time Dave introduced me to her, let's just say he hit the jackpot when he met her.
To put it in other words, Alison was and is still to this day smoking hot. She's about five and a half feet tall, has blue eyes, shoulder length brown hair, and a thin waist that accentuates her amazing rack and flawless ass.
Once I got over her stunning looks, it was clear to see that she and Dave were soul mates. They just clicked. The thing I admired most about her was the fact that she allowed Dave to be himself. She was never possessive of Dave, and not only didn't she mind that Dave and I spent time going to a ball game, out to the bar, or even just hanging out at their place, she actually encouraged it.
It wasn't long until Alison started to hang out with us, which surprisingly was never awkward. She even came with us to the strip club on an occasion or two. That's where I quickly found out how flirtatious Alison was, how she wasn't shy about showing off her magnificent body, and that she really liked her liquor.
That brings me to my next point. With Dave and I being so close, he'd often tell me about how Alison had a sexual appetite like no other girl he'd ever met, and after his college conquests, that was saying a lot.
Over the next couple years they moved in together, became engaged, and almost a year ago they shared the vows of marriage. Through it all, things remained strong between the three of us.
On multiple occasions Alison managed to hook me up with a few of her friends. I'll admit a couple women seemed to have potential, but truthfully I wasn't quite ready to settle down at the prime age of twenty four. To my delight, her close friend Lisa and I still remain friends with bountiful sexual benefits, but that's neither here nor there, so let me get back to the story.
Just recently Dave and Alison bought an old "fixer upper" house together just on the outskirts of town, in hopes that it'd be the home they'd raise the large family they've always wanted.
However, to say this house needed work, was an understatement. When Dave asked me if I'd help them "remodel" I didn't even hesitate.
We spent countless weekends, upgrading the electrical, plumbing, kitchen, bathrooms, literally everything in that house was in need of an upgrade or repair.
With me being there so often, I must admit I, as respectfully as one could, found myself secretly lusting for Alison. It was nearly impossible not to. I mean I'm not sure she even owned a bra. The shirts she wore were either so tight you could clearly see her areola's and nipples, or so loose you could see the valley in between her tits every time she bent over.
Speaking of bending over, her spandex shorts and pants left little to the imagination when it came to her plump ass and camel toe. On several occasions even Dave drew my attention to Alison when she was in, let's just call them some compromising positions. He seemed happy to show off his gorgeous wife, and I'll be the first to admit I certainly didn't mind. It was those combination of things that quickly made Alison my motivation to spend weeknights after work, and every weekend helping them remodel their home.
Some nights we'd work so long, that I'd just crash on the couch in the living room. It happened so often, we started referring to that couch as my bed.
On more than a few occasions Dave playfully would kid around with Alison about there being plenty of room in their king size bed for me, but Alison would always laugh it off, saying that I'd never get any sleep with the way she snored.
It was those very nights of sleeping on that couch that intensified my infatuation for Alison. You see with their bedroom being directly above the living room I'd hear the floor creaking away as Dave pleasured Alison, or maybe it was the other way around, regardless you get the point.
One night after a few to many shots of whiskey and far to many beers they went to bed, and I laid down on the couch like I'd done dozens of times before. But this time when the floor started to creak I decided to be adventurous and creep up the stairs.
It was when I got about halfway up the dark staircase that I began to hear Alison lightly moaning in pleasure. My heart was racing as I approached the stair that would allow me to see through the upper banister. I took my final step when I noticed a slight glow through their open bedroom door.
For a split second I thought about turning around and walking back downstairs, but the liquid courage and my urge to see Alison in action influenced me otherwise.
Through the banister posts I could see that the faint light was coming from a lamp on the night stand next to the bed. As my eyes adjusted, I could clearly see a profile view of Alison on all fours, completely nude, with her heavy tits swaying with each thrust Dave delivered.
I stood there in awe, with my cock harder than it's ever been, as I watched the object of my desire being pounded by my brother. The way her tits swung was nearly hypnotizing. I was snapped back to reality when Dave unexpectedly stopped. Alison nearly begged for him to put it back in her, as he said something that I couldn't quite make out.
"Again?" Alison asked as she turned to look back at Dave.
Alison paused momentarily as she glanced in my direction. I stood still as if I was a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Despite the darkness of the hallway, and the fact that only the upper half of my face would've been visible, I felt she was looking directly at me as she sat up on her knees.
To my relief Alison glanced down at my brother's flaccid cock that he was trying to stroke back to life. Alison sighed as a look of frustration came over her face. She patted the comforter, signaling for Dave to lay down at the foot of the bed. Heeding Alison's suggestion he laid down.
Alison crawled across the bed and reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a pink dildo. As she made her way back to Dave Alison looked in my direction, again startling me. To my surprise this time she smiled, making it clear to me that she was aware of her audience.
Alison handed Dave her toy before repositioning herself, lifting her leg to straddled Dave's head. With the way Dave was laying that meant that Alison's completely exposed ass and pussy were facing the doorway, fully on display. I couldn't believe what was happening before my very eyes.
Alison didn't waste anytime as she stroked my brother's soft shaft in an attempt to revive it. Dave massaged Alison's ass, spreading her cheeks unknowingly revealing the love of his life's puckered little ass hole, and wet cunt to me. He then lifted his head and licked from her clit, across her juicy pussy, all the way to her ass.
Dave rested his head back on the bed. With the dildo in his right hand, Dave slowly ran the tip of the large toy up and down Alison's moist slit, before he gently eased into her wet pussy. My brother slowly worked my sister in law's eager snatch. I could hear Alison's softly moaning every time Dave drove the toy inside her.
Alison's cunt was so wet it was making a slurping sound as Dave feverishly worked her pussy with the pink toy.
"Ohhhh don't stop, don't stop!" Alison called out.
With Dave's free hand he roughly grabbed and slapped Alison's left ass cheek, while his right hand continued to rapidly fuck her with the now cream covered toy.
Alison's moans of pure ecstasy grew louder and louder. Then Alison quickly sprang forward, leaving Dave laying there with the cum covered dildo suspended in mid air. Alison reached for her clit, lightly slapping it. I couldn't believe my eyes as Alison let out a long moan as her pussy started to gush all over Dave's chest.
Dave set the dildo down on the bed as Alison continued to shower him with her clear, sticky fluid, as she let out moans of passion. Every light slap of her sloppy cunt caused another squirt of liquid excitement to spew on my brother's chest.
As Alison's climax subsided Dave playfully snapped and groped her ass. After regaining her composure Alison sat up, and turned around, again briefly looking in my direction. Upon noticing the mess she left on Dave, she let out a soft chuckle.
"Oops." Alison innocently said as she traced her fingers over Dave's fluid covered abs. She bent forward, teasing her tongue slowly over his chest, and across his neck before ending at his mouth. They wildly kissed as Alison straddled Dave. I could see Alison reach down, making the proper adjustment to Dave's recharged cock.
I could see the expression on Alison's lamplit face change as my brother's dick entered her overly aroused cunt. She slowly rocked back and forth, as they continued their passionate kiss.
Alison broke the kiss and sat up, giving me a perfect view of her firm tits. The way her dark areolas contrasted with her pale white breasts nearly made me cum right there on the spot.
Alison slowly and methodically rode my brother's hard shaft. I was so entranced by the movements of her body that I didn't realize she was staring at me. A slight grin reappeared on her lips as she continued to secretly perform for me. It took all I had to not release my confined raging hard on, and just rub one out right there on the stairs.
With my full attention Alison grabbed and squeezed her tits glancing back at me with her glazed over eyes.
Suddenly Dave's wilting dick slipped out of Alison. I watched as she frustratedly readjusted herself, eventually sliding Dave back inside her. Alison leaned forward placing her hands on Dave's wet chest. She attempted to establish a rhythm, but it was nearly impossible on my brother's limp dick.
Alison unstraddled Dave and sat on the edge of the bed. I decided I had seen enough of the whisky dick syndrome my brother had displayed and figured this was a good time to cash out. I slowly and quietly made my way back down the stairs. I crept across the living room as my eyes struggled to readjust to the darkness, eventually making my way back to the couch. I slipped off my shorts and sat down, eager to stroke my aching cock like never before.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft. No sooner than I did, I heard footsteps walking across the bedroom floor.
I cautiously listened as the footsteps momentarily paused. I sat there with my dick in my hand as I felt my precum trail across my fingers. The footsteps resumed, as they made their way toward the hallway.
I quickly adjusted the covers before crawling under them and laying down. The last thing I wanted was to have my brother walk down the stairs, catching me nude, about to rub one out on his sofa.
I heard a door close, followed by the sound of the running water from the shower being turned on. Feeling relieved, I pulled back the blanket and resumed my grip on my cock.
The vision of Alison's tits swaying was quickly interrupted by the sound of another set of footsteps. Like before they made their way to the hallway. However, this time I heard the creaking of the stairs. I quickly covered my raging hard on as I laid still in the darkness as I heard someone making their way down the staircase.
With the way the couch was positioned I couldn't see the stairway, but the sounds of the footsteps went silent as they transitioned to the softness of the carpet. I laid motionless as I waited to see the silhouette cross the living room window.
