This story (and the things that inspired it) is pretty meaningful to me. I hope you enjoy it as well. It has a slower start than my usual fare, but I hope you'll think it worth the wait. As always, comments are appreciated. Enjoy!
I was staying at my sister's house while on vacation recently. One night, after my niece had gone to bed, my sister, her husband, and I sat drinking wine and sharing stories. After we'd started in on a third bottle, my sister decided to call it a night. She gave me a hug, kissed her husband, and went upstairs. My brother-in-law and I stayed on the couch and continued drinking and chatting.
"So, how's Philly?" he asked. I had recently relocated there and was still getting to know the town. I told him I was settling in nicely, had found a good gym and a few restaurants and bars. "And how's the singles scene?" he asked with a smile. I laughed and told him I'd been on a few dates, nothing too serious, but I'd been having fun. I was definitely feeling a nice mellowness from the wine, because I shared a bit more with him than I might have done sober. In telling him about a particular guy I'd been on a few dates with, I was a touch more graphic than I would have been otherwise. He chuckled into his wine glass but didn't seem embarrassed.
"How about you and B?" I asked, referring to my sister.
"Oh, we're great," he said with a smile and a glance to the upstairs. "You know what they say, 'Happy wife, happy life.'"
"Uh huh," I said, taking another drink. "That's not what I'm talking about." At his raised eyebrow, I continued, "Come on. I'm spilling about my sex life, now it's your turn."
His eyes widened momentarily. "Oh." He took a moment to consider. I wondered what was going through his head. Dale and I have always gotten along fine, but we've never had deep or meaningful conversations. Certainly we've never talked about sex, at least not as directly as we apparently were right now. But Dale swallowed whatever hesitations he might have had with another mouthful of wine.
"We're fine in that department," he said. "Granted, we're not having as much sex as we did before the kid came along. For a while there we hardly did it at all. Too tired from dealing with her. Kids are exhausting, man." He chuckled again, and I laughed. I could imagine.
"But recently, we're getting back into it. The trick is waiting for the kid to go asleep. Sometimes that's a challenge. But, you know, birthdays, anniversary, special occasions, sometimes just because."
"So, what? Once a month? Every couple of weeks?" I wasn't sure why I was pursuing this. Definitely the wine was a factor, but I was also just curious. My brother-in-law is a good-looking guy. Fit, athletic, with good hair and a nice smile. I admit, when my sister first started dating him, I would occasionally imagine what it'd be like to make out with him, or more. Feel his hands roaming over my body, taste his kisses. Imagine him on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. Listening to him now, those earlier fantasies started playing in the back of my mind, warming my body in a way that had nothing to do with the wine.
"That sounds about right, maybe two or three times a month. Let me tell you, your sister can still rock a negligee. And she likes to buy them for me." Dale looked at me after he said that, an unreadable expression on his face. Was he surprised he'd been so forthcoming? After a moment, he shrugged and drank some more wine.
"See, I kinda miss that," I said, refilling our glasses. "Having someone special to do that kind of stuff for. Buy sexy outfits, I mean. It's one thing to go on a date and wear my lucky panties or something, or buy some new ones in the hopes I'll
get
lucky; but I gotta admit, I miss having a boyfriend. Not that I'm specifically looking, I mean I just got settled into a new place; but yeah, I kinda miss having someone." Dale nodded.
"I miss blow jobs," he said after a moment. I looked at him, shocked. It seemed to take him a second to realize what he'd said; when he did, he looked at me with a panicked expression on his face.
Now, there were two ways I could have responded to his remark. I
could
have ignored it and changed the subject. I
could
have taken another drink and pretended I didn't hear him. It would have been awkward for a moment or two; but we would have moved on with the conversation and everything would have been fine. That's what I
could
have done.
But that's not what I did. Instead, I very slowly, very deliberately, put my wine glass down and turned my body slightly to face my brother-in-law. In a very normal voice, I said, "My sister doesn't suck your cock?"
I can't tell you why I asked that question. I can't blame it entirely on the wine (although that was a contributing factor). I can't say that I'd always been horny for my brother-in-law and was finally getting a chance to do something about it, because in spite of my earlier fantasies, the truth is I hadn't been secretly lusting after him. At all. He's married to my sister! That wasn't even on my radar. Nor was it just that this was a chance to talk about a side of my sister I'd never (EVER) considered before. Maybe my talking about my own sex life had set the tone, I don't know. Whatever the reason, the question was out there.
Dale didn't say anything for a moment. He kept his eyes averted from mine, but after a second he took a breath, looked at me, and shook his head silently. He didn't seem angry, or sad, just...resigned. That look touched something in me, and despite my better judgment, I had to find out more. "Like, never?"
"At first, yeah," he said, settling back in his seat. "When we were dating, and first married. But she never seemed super into it. She told me she has a very quick gag reflex, which I've seen. She tried, though. Got some throat sprays and flavored lubes and stuff. Just, she never got into it." He gave a small shrug. "It's fine. It is what it is. I just...I miss blow jobs."
I knew my sister had a fast gag reflex. Still... "Do you go down on her?"
"Oh yeah, all the time. I fucking love it. I love making her cum with my tongue. Eating her pussy is one of my favorite things. And she loves it, too. I gotta tell you, your sister's a bit of a screamer when she cums."
I laughed. "Okay, we
might
have finally gotten to the I-didn't-need-to-know-that point."
He laughed too. "Sorry. It's just, we were being so open."
I should have let it go. I really should have. But for some reason, I couldn't. Me? I love sucking dick. Working a cock with my lips and tongue, stroking a shaft while I suck on the head, squeezing a pair of heavy balls, and drinking a load of hot cum is an incredible turn-on for me. At that moment, the thought of going down on my brother-in-law right there, with his wife and daughter asleep upstairs, fist entered my mind. I could visualize it so clearly. Fondling his balls as I sucked him, his pants around his ankles, knees spread apart, one of his hands on the back of my head as I went down on him. My nipples tightened and my pussy flooded with warmth. I drained my drink and set down my wine glass with a hand that I hoped wasn't shaking too obviously. I cleared my throat nervously.