I got married when I was just nineteen. It turned out to be a big mistake. Ron, my husband, and I were constantly fighting. Our marriage barely lasted a year. I am now single again and living in a small apartment. My brother Mark comes around to help cheer me up each week. If I could have, I should have married him instead. Mark is tall and slim. He likes to run to keep fit. I sometimes gaze at his body when he visits me.
It was one Saturday when Mark dropped by to visit. All he had on were some tight jean shorts and a t-shirt. I could swear he didn't have any underwear on. His cock bulge was showing. We both sat down to drink a beer. I had my eyes fixed on my brother's crotch. He must have seen me looking.
"Are you getting a good look?" He asked me.
My face must have turned red.
"Yes, you caught me looking," I told him.
"How long has it been since you last had sex?" He asked me.
I said it was before the divorce went through. It was over six months ago. Matt then did something totally unexpected. He stood up and unbuttoned his shorts. He let them drop to the floor. He kicked his shoes off and then pulled his shirt up over his head. My mouth must have dropped open. My brother's cock was dangling half way to his knees.
"You did want this?" He asked me.
I sat there for a moment petrified. I was getting this tingling feeling going through my body. I stood up and I walked over to my brother. I knelt down before him. Matt took hold of his dick and slapped his mushroom against my lips. I opened for him and he slid his fat prick into my mouth. I could only take a couple of inches, he was so long and thick.
Matt placed a hand on the back of my head. He was trying to force as much of his erect dick down my throat as he could. I was gagging as he face fucked me. Drool was dripping from my mouth. I felt like a total whore wanting my brother like this. Matt finally pulled free. He helped me to my feet. Matt began to pull my clothes off from my body. He finally stripped me totally down.