Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Chapter 1: Last Night before Shipping Out.
My big brother is a pilot, a captain in the Air Force. He'd done a six month tour in Saudi Arabia. When he came back his wife was two months pregnant. Apparently she'd been banging her boss at the insurance agency where she worked and gotten knocked up. The divorce was turning absolutely ugly.
I'd never liked Heather. I'd always thought she was a conniving bitch, but David worshiped the ground she walked on. She was a knockout, a real 10. Tall, fashion model beautiful, nice ass, nice tits- and she knew it. I knew she was a flirt. When I was 18 she'd come on to me even after they'd been married, but I never told him that. I don't think he'd have believed me if I did.
So that's how, a few years ago, he came to live with Amy and me for almost a year, while the divorce wound its way between lawyers and a judge, while the joint assets were evaluated, and while their house was put on the market.
We had a home on the outskirts of the Sonoma wine country: no kids, an extra bedroom, and a pool with jacuzzi. It was only a 45 minute drive to Travis AFB where he was stationed so it was perfect.
He's five years my senior, a scholar and a real jock. Football, baseball, straight A's in high school and an Air Force Academy graduate. Rumor was he was a real stud but he swears he was a virgin until he got married. He'd been at our wedding the year before- just before he went to The Gulf- but the last time I'd seen him before that was when I'd been accepted at Berkeley; he'd just made captain then so the event was really more about him than me. Everyone was really happy and proud of both of us. That was also when his cougar wife came on to me.
Amy and I met at Berkeley in a chemistry lab our sophomore year. Not quite love at first sight but by our senior year we'd moved in together and knew we'd get married after graduation. She's more cute than beautiful, and certainly not a knockout like Heather. Still: tall, slim with a sensuous, curvy athletic build. Long legs, tight abs, a firm bouncy bust, and shoulder length auburn hair. I guess the best way to say it is: she rarely wears a bra and is a knockout in a little black dress.
David had his good days and bad. I could always tell when he'd been flying because those were his good days. Office days, not so much. And days of depositions, hearings, and conferences? Well, they were rare but those were the bad days. I usually got home a little later than him and I could tell what kind of a day he'd had by where he was. Sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop, still in his uniform, meant an office day that would continue for several more hours. Sitting in front of the TV watching a sitcom or something equally mindless meant a bad day. Swimming in the pool or sitting in the jacuzzi was a good day. If there was a glass of chardonnay at hand, it had been a really good day.
The sun was just settling in behind the Sonoma foothills when I got home. Amy was probably just finishing her evening classes and maybe starting home. David was in the jacuzzi with a glass of wine set on the coping. Soft jazz- Miles Davis, Jim Hall, that kind of cool- was drifting around the patio. He looked at ease, almost in meditation.
"What's going on, bro?" I said. "You sure look comfortable."
He looked up over his shoulder and smiled. "Hey Michael! It's a beautiful sunset, don't you think?" He took a sip of wine, leaned back, and let the foaming water bubble up around him. "I sign the final papers with Heather next Tuesday, then ship off to Japan that Friday for a two month TDY. They'll probably station me at Hickam after that so I'll be out of your hair pretty quick. Like, tonight is my last night here. I'll be in bachelor's officers quarters for the week until I leave."
I gave him a fist bump. "Congrats, bro, you deserve it, but I gotta tell ya Dave, Amy and I are gonna miss you. And so quick!"
"Yeah, I know, but that's the job, right?"
I was a little crushed. We knew he was going to get re-stationed at some point, but not this quick. No time for a farewell party or anything. All I could do was nod. "Hawaii, huh. Does that come with oak leaves?"
He nodded and took a sip. "Yep, major. And I have to tell you It has been fun being here. Sure beats on-base officer quarters. You two are something special, " he smiled. "So why don't you grab your trunks and come on in."
"I'll be down in a minute," I replied as I turned to head back into the house to change.
Just as I was coming back down the stairs, Amy came in the front door carrying a stack of books and papers. She looked a little harried but smiled when she saw me.
"Looks like you've had a busy day today, lover. David says he's having a great day today."
"Hey Michael." She gave me a quick kiss and set her load down on the table. "Yeah it's been a little crazy, but what's up?"
"I'll let him tell you. Go put on your Cal suit and join us." I replied. "The wine will be poured..."
She smiled. "I've got a ton of homework and papers to grade but, sure, I'll be down in a few."
I settled into the hot turbulent water and took my first sip as David poured his second glass.
Amy came down, her hair loose around her shoulders and wearing her royal blue Cal Bear string bikini with brown paws covering her nipples- and not much more- and a bear's snarling maw and red tongue covering her privates. She'd gotten it the spring we graduated; it was almost nothing and it showed off everything- and it was obvious she'd waxed. Up until tonight I'd been the only one to see her in it. David tried hard not to look but he failed quite miserably. His eyes followed her every step as she came down to join us. Since he'd moved in, he'd mostly seen her in her usual garb: tee shirt and jeans with her hair pulled back in a pony tail. I don't think he realized what a beautiful body she had.
She sat between us, to my left, and put one arm behind each of us. "So what's this great news, David?"
He told her the news, his eyes wandering up and down Amy's body as he spoke; she didn't ignore it. We all made a toast and turned to small talk. A little about Heather- but not much. A little about Amy's classes. A little about engineering a freeway overpass I was managing. A little about Japan and Hawaii. Then a lot about flying. To listen to David talk about flying was to hear a poet share a world of magic and celestial plains. We could listen to him for hours.
The sky had turned from ruby red to brazed copper to black when I got out of the jacuzzi to use the restroom and get a third bottle of wine; we were all a little toasty. I'd also scrounged around for some fruit, cheese, and bread, something we could pass off as dinner
When I came out again David was running his fingers through Amy's auburn hair, pushing a strand behind her ear. I don't think he saw me. They were looking deep into each others eyes. Something was happening and I wasn't sure exactly what it was or whether I liked it or not. I set the tray of food down on the coping; that sort of broke whatever spell there had been, but not entirely.
I stepped down into the water and poured us all a little more wine. "I think we better get a little something in our stomachs before we get crazy," I said, looking at Amy. The lyrics came to mind: Her eyes seemed to have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire.
"Thank you sweetheart," she replied. She picked up a small bunch of grapes, tilted her head back and pulled one off with her teeth, so sensual, so sexy. We all laughed. "You know, as happy as I am for David, with the promotion and all," she continued, talking to me but looking at him, "it's kind of sad that he'll be leaving. We don't have time to do anything fun before he goes. Anything special."
"Yeah, I thought the same thing. It'll be kinda lonely here, just the two of us."
"Maybe we can think of something?" she smiled, her eyes turned down into the water. The mist was still in her eyes.
His hand came up from the water to pick up his glass. That's when I realized it had been sitting on her thigh. It was also obvious he had an erection and that Amy had been stroking him beneath his suit.
I was at a crossroads here. My brother was seducing my wife and she was allowing it to happen pretty much in front of me. At the same time, I'd often had fantasies about taking photos and some video of another man having sex with her. I'd always thought of it happening with a stranger from Craig's List or, in fact, that it would ever be more than a fantasy. My quandary was whether to let my fantasy happen with my brother. How would it affect the relationship between the three of us? Between me and her? Even now, with as far as they had gone with each other, it would be different. She had stroked his manhood to a full erection and I had no doubt now that his hand had done more that just rest on her thigh. It's the kind of thing you can't unthink or unsee.
She looked at me and saw what I was thinking; that I knew what they were doing. We could have continued our small talk and moved on as if nothing had happened. But there was a pleading in her eyes: honey, he's leaving tomorrow. Let this happen. I nodded. She leaned over, kissed me, and whispered, "It'll be OK. I love you." Then she kissed David. My cock swelled just thinking about what was going to happen tonight.
She and David got out of the water holding hands. They took off their bathing suits and toweled each other off, caressing as they did. I dropped my suit and went naked into the den to find my camera. We left our suits in a pile on the patio and walked up the stairs to the bedroom, Amy looking back at us while leading the way. My brother and I both had erections. I don't ever remember seeing him naked, and never when he was sexually aroused, but he was big and thick.
I pulled back the covers and kissed her deeply as she sat on the edge of the bed. David parted her legs wide and kissed his way up her thighs. She moaned as he inserted a finger into her vagina and teased her clitoris with his thumb. She took my rigid cock into her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft while I snapped picture after picture. I was so turned on that it didn't take long for me to feel that bolt of lightning move from my brain to my cock and pump threads of cum down her throat. She swallowed every thick, creamy drop, then drifted away with the pleasure of David's mouth working its magic on her bare swollen pussy lips, all while I snapped pictures: her hand behind his head pushing his mouth down hard onto her bright pink petals. His thumb and forefinger teasing a nipple. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, caught in a moment of her passionate moaning. Images captured on a digital disk.
She laid back on a pillow; David joined her, his manhood sliding into her open mouth while he continued to lick and tease her bald pussy. And I walked around from one side of the bed to the other taking photo after photo. His tongue touching her erect clitoris, her tongue licking the clear droplets of pre-cum seeping from the head of his swollen cock.
She arched her back, pushing her pussy onto his lips, hard, as she hit the first of many orgasms. His manhood slipped out of her mouth as she cried with the pleasure wracking her body.
He turned around on the bed and positioned himself between her long legs, kissing his way up her abdomen, squeezing her breasts until her deep brown nipples were firm, like raisins, him biting them gently one at a time. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and quivered with each nibble. Finally they began kissing, her arms around his shoulders and their tongues a ballet. He rose up onto his knees, the slick head of his throbbing cock suspended just inches away from her pulsing wet flesh. He moved his hips forward, his fleshy helmet ever so slightly parting her plump red pussy lips.
This was the moment I had fantasized about a hundred times: the moment another man actually slid his hard cock, inch by inch, into Amy's wonton pussy and fucked her. Of hearing her cries, her moans, and watching the pleasure on her face in anticipation of another man's engorged cock penetrating her body. Of another man's shaft buried in her, moving in and out of her, and bringing her such intense pleasure. Of him cumming inside her, leaving his seed deep- maybe. That one thought alone got me instantly hard.
He buried his cock inside her to the hilt, his pubic bone crushing her clit. They started the rhythm of fucking, his cock sliding in and out while she met his every thrust. "Oh god, David, this is so good, so incredibly good" she yelped, "you're so big I can't spread my legs wide enough to take you."
She turned her head toward me and mouthed, thank you Michael.
I snapped picture after picture of my brother's thick shaft slipping deep into my wife's wet pussy. Her hips thrust up quickly to engulf it. I flipped the camera to video to capture the passionate tempo and sounds consuming them. Even while I was filming, I could see it was more than simply two animals rutting. They were making love.
She saw my erection, took it in her hand, and began stroking it. I moved to the edge of the bed; she slid her head over and took me in her mouth. It didn't take long. Her mouth teased the head and her tongue playfully tickled the nerves on the underside. I pumped strings of thick white semen into her mouth a second time, a little stream slipping down her chin onto the cleavage between her breasts. She rubbed it into her skin with her fingertips and licked them clean. Then she went back into her passionate lovemaking trance with David.
David rolled her over onto her stomach and brought her to her knees. She took his cock between her fingers and guided it once again into her wet pink slit. He pulled her back onto his thighs and balanced himself with his hands on her hips.
She was on her knees and the palms of her hands. Her flushed face was framed by her shoulder length auburn hair, still slightly damp from the jacuzzi and lightly tangled from the lovemaking. Her tits hung down like sweet ripe fruit. "You look so hot baby," I said. Her body quaked with every thrust of his body. She looked up at me and grinned. "Oh Michael, he's so big."
"Is it good for you? You enjoying it?" She nodded. "Do you want him to cum, baby?"
"Oh, not yet! Not for a long time." She looked up at him over her shoulder. "Harder baby, faster, fuck me harder, faster," she demanded, "Jesus Michael, I'm about to cum, he's gonna make me cum."
Then he spanked her, hard. She yelped in complete surprise; he did it again. Her moaning grew in intensity while he spanked her again and again, her cheeks turning bright red with each swat.
"I'm cumming David," she cried, "Harder David, harder baby, harder, make me cum! Oh god Michael, he's making me cum." She buried her head in the pillow and let out a long, primal scream.
He slammed himself into her, her full firm breasts swinging like a pair of plump suspended melons. Her hair undulated in quick ripples with the staccato of his thighs slapping against hers. Her toes curled, she cried like a beast in heat, and the orgasm swept over her in massive waves of pleasure.
She continued to quiver in uncontrollable spasms after her climax and collapsed onto the bed; he slowed down but never stopped. "I'm almost ready to cum too, baby." I hoped she wanted him to cum in her pussy.
But she quickly pulled away, leaving him dangling. "Not yet, David, let me catch my breath." She nudged him. "You've been doing all the work. Roll over on your back, stud." He immediately obeyed. "Anything you say, Amy," he laughed. "whatever you say."
He was still rock hard but she got on her knees between his legs, took him in her mouth and slowly drove him insane with her tongue and lips, "Let me guess: you want to fuck me some more?" she asked wickedly while stroking him. Before he could answer, she took him in her mouth again. She took him to the hilt without gagging, her lips pressed against his pubic mound. His fingers wandered through her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft. "Oh Amy, baby, you have no idea how good that feels," he cooed.
"No question, David, she give great head... and she swallows."
After a few more strokes, she straddled herself over his hips, her wet dripping cunt hovering over the thick, enflamed manhood laying stiff on his abdomen. It was as red as a beet and slick with her saliva. She lowered her pussy lips onto the shaft and slid along the base so her engorged clitoris pressed against the fleshy helmet. It was sensual, sexy, totally erotic watching his cockhead disappear, then emerge, from between the lobes of her pink puckered flesh. Watching and listening to her lust as she brought another mini-orgasm through her body, sliding up and down his engorged organ.
She lifted her hips slightly, just enough that her fingers could bring his erection up to the opening of her fuckhole. She ever so slowly impaled herself on his staff until it was completely consumed inside of her. He was buried to the hilt.
Her body rose and fell, each time bringing the head of his cock to the edge of her pussy, then slowly impaling upon it again. Then not so slowly. Then quickly, rapidly, her hair and tits bouncing with each movement. David reached up and palmed each breast, teasing the nipples while she moaned and stroked his cock with the walls of her pussy.
David gasped for breath and moaned deeply. "Oh Amy slow down a little baby, I can't hold it any more. I'm going to cum..."
This was the moment. I looked at her riding my brother's cock with lusty abandon. I wanted it, had spilled quarts of my own semen in my hand just watching the imaginary video of what was happening now over and over in my mind. Now it could happen. Now it would happen: another man inseminating my wife. She looked at me and smiled: she wanted his cum in her pussy, too.
I looked at him. "Cum in her David," I whispered, "Give her every drop, it's OK."
She had never slowed down, taking every inch of him over and over again, hard and deep, his hips meeting her every thrust. I was in video mode as they both moaned toward a climax, their rhythm becoming frantic and erratic, then the deep cries as his body stiffened and she collapsed onto his chest, her own chest heaving. My brother was pumping sperm into my wife, flooding her womb with his seed. He pulled her close. They kissed passionately, their bodies sealed in sweat and fluids from their sex.
I filmed his still throbbing manhood as creamy fluids seeped out of her pussy, down his flagging shaft into a thick white pool on the sheets. My last photos of their lovemaking were of her pulling away from him, a long thread of semen strung between her sex and his and, like a pearl, a drop of his jizz nestled between her swollen pussy lips.
They fucked once more that night; I could feel them moving next to me. The three of us shared some quick morning sex before breakfast, then went our separate ways.
When we came home that evening, he was gone. I asked her if she wanted to do it again. She said no, it was a one-time thing, a farewell encounter. To be honest, I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
He left a letter, but that's as private as the pictures.