Brooe's Game 03

Thank you to OldBroad76 for editing for me!

CHAPTER I

Charlotte was still hungover when it got to the afternoon. She hadn't ventured outside of our bedroom other than to use the toilet. Being too afraid to see Brooke again, I stayed hidden in the bedroom, using the excuse of keeping her company.

We sat watching movies together under the duvet, but every time I looked at my fiancée, images of her 18-year-old sister sitting on top of her and squeezing her big sister's smaller tits came to my head. Annoyingly, my cock seemed to like this image.

I hated her. She was ruining my life, but why did it always have to feel so good? Back in my younger, single days, I would've revelled in having a horny, slutty, sexy woman doing all of this to me. I would've fucked her constantly until she couldn't walk, but now I was engaged, and I knew one mistake could make it all come crashing down.

Throughout the day, I questioned if Brooke would actually go through with telling Charlotte about our affair. She obviously had enough ammunition to ruin our relationship, but she would in turn ruin theirs, as well. My main worry was if she told people that I raped her, which I am certain I did not! However, I definitely did not want to go to prison for rape.

As the day went on and my mind raced with thoughts of the young Brooke, my arousal grew stronger and stronger. Even when she wasn't hungover, it was difficult to have sex with Charlotte, so I knew there was no point in trying.

"I might go for a shower," I told her, planning on having a quick wank. "I must stink."

"I don't mind," Charlotte replied. "I probably stink, too."

"Ah, you're not too bad." I joked and kissed her forehead before walking towards the door.

I put on a robe and tied a knot around it tightly, just in case I bumped into Brooke. I wanted the added protection so she couldn't get to my cock.

I know, I know. I should stop her - just move or push her away, but it was like she had some hold over me. When she teased or flirted with me, it was like I couldn't stop.

As I walked down the hall as quietly as possible, I looked all around me for any signs of her, but luckily there were none.

Okay, there's her room,

I thought. J

ust be quick.

Still trying to be silent, I tip toed up to her door but stopped in my tracks when I heard something.

What is that?

I told myself to keep going but I couldn't. I had to hear if I was right, and ever so gently I pressed my ear against her door.

"Mmmm." Brooke's voice sighed in a whispered moan.

She's playing with herself! I knew it!

I should've left and just gone for a shower, but I couldn't. I listened to her faint moans, picturing what she was doing in there.

With my eyes closed, I remembered her hot body. The feel of her big tits, her shapely ass, and I even remembered the look of covering her in cum.

Fuck, my cock was rock hard.

"Mmm fuck." Brooke moaned again, a little louder.

Oh god, what am I doing?

"Yes... George." Brooke moaned, and my cock twitched knowing she was picturing me.

Then two seconds later, my phone pinged very loudly from inside my robe pocket to say I had received a text.

Fuck!

I panicked.

I reached into my pocket to grab it, but before I even touched my phone, Brooke's door flew open. Busted. I was right in front of it, looking at her. Fuck she was hot. She just had on a thin robe that was tied up.

Her face showed clear joy at catching me, the cocky little shit.

"Were you just listening to me?" She asked with a smug look.

"No." I whispered, not wanting Charlotte to hear.

"Yes you were, you little perv!" Brooke laughed a little too loudly for my liking and punched my arm. "You know you don't have to spy; you can just come in and fuck me."

"Brooke!" I hushed her. "Keep it down."

"Or what? Charlotte might know that you're cheating on her with her little sister?" Brooke scoffed.

"You know what, fuck you, Brooke." I argued. God, I hated this bitch.

"Oh, I'm sure you will again soon." She said with another smug smile and then closed the door on me.

Fuck sake, how is this happening to me?

I repositioned my rock hard cock before I walked to the bathroom. I grabbed my phone to see what stupid text got me caught, but my eyes opened wide when I saw it was from Brooke!

I instantly opened it and saw she had sent a video with the caption "thinking of you".

It was her, fully on show as she fingered herself, and she moaned my name!

For fuck sake.

My cock was too painfully hard, and I needed a release. So, I put the video on repeat and watched the young, hot, slutty 18-year-old finger herself whilst moaning as I stroked my cock. It only took a few minutes, but I shot my load into a tissue and flushed it down before having a shower.

After that, I headed back to my bedroom and was grateful not to bump into Brooke again.

Charlotte sat up, eyeing me intensely as I walked in.

"You were gone a long time." She said bluntly.

Oh god, think fast!

"That shower was just amazing. I didn't want to get out." I told her.

"Hmm," She grumbled, "did you see Brooke?"

I had to stop myself from gasping at her question.

"N-no, why?" I asked.

"Just wondering what she's up to today." Charlotte sighed as she turned her stare away from me and back to the TV.

I put on some comfy clothes and got back into bed with her.

"I think I need to have a word with Brooke about how she dresses." Charlotte abruptly said.

"Why?" I asked, doing my best to sound normal.

"She just wears very little clothing around the house, and I don't think it's appropriate." She grunted.

"I haven't noticed." I lied.

"Yeah, sure." Charlotte moaned and crossed her arms.

For fuck sake, not only is Brooke teasing me and forcing me to cheat, but I have to somehow keep lying to Charlotte. Fuck my life!

"So, you don't know if Brooke is in or not?" Charlotte questioned again, as if she was grilling me about it.

"I think I heard her on her phone maybe." I said, thinking that was a good answer.

"Right, yeah, of course you did." Charlotte moaned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, getting a bit pissed off with her attitude, considering I was the one being blackmailed.

"Like you don't look at her dressed like a slut." Charlotte huffed.

"You invited her to move in with us! I didn't want her here." I argued.

Clearly my louder tone shocked Charlotte as she immediately retreated.

"I'm sorry," She whispered and looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, "I shouldn't get jealous, especially not about you and my sister."

If only you knew the truth,

my heart broke with guilt at her words.

"Don't apologise," I told her and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm sorry for shouting."

Charlotte's reply shocked me as she reached into my shorts and grabbed my soft cock.

"How about I make it up to you?" She whispered, her stare now turning to a seductive gaze.

The only problem was that I had literally just made myself cum.

"You... you don't have to. You're hungover." I told her, praying to god she wouldn't go any further.

"It's fine. I owe you a little treat." Charlotte replied and pulled the duvet away.

She sat up and prepared to sink down to my cock.

"Honestly it's fine, don't worry about it." I told her.

Charlotte's hand was still on my cock that had no intention on getting harder.

"Did you just have a wank in the shower?" She suddenly asked.

Before I could find the words to answer, I just stuttered, and my face turned red.

"Fucking hell, George," Charlotte shouted and pulled away from me. "Is this it? You gawk at my sister and then wank. Do you even want me anymore?"

"Is that a joke?" I asked. She was the one that denied me sex 90% of the time. "I always try and have sex with you, and you always say no."

"And when I do want it, you can't because you've just had a wank!" She argued back.

"Well if I knew you were going to offer, then I wouldn't have! But it never happens, so what am I supposed to do? Just never cum again." I told her. This argument was getting out of hand fast, but I was getting pretty angry.

"Oh, fuck you George," she shouted. "You know what, get out. I don't want you here today. Go find something else to do."

"Gladly." I shot back and got out of bed.

I put on a t-shirt and hoody and stormed out of the room. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to get my car keys. I didn't have a destination in mind. I just planned on driving.

I grabbed my keys from the drawer and slammed it shut.

"Everything okay?" a soft, delicate, female voice suddenly asked, making me jump out of my skin.

"Fucking hell," I gasped out, "not now Brooke."

"What's wrong?" She asked.

I turned around and spotted that she was in another one of her skimpy pyjama sets. Tight shorts that you could see her thong through, and a tight top that the buttons pretty much popped off where her tits were.

"Just fuck off." I told her and headed for the kitchen door.

"Excuse me, I was trying to be nice... dick." She whispered.

I'm so sick of this shit.

I turned around and glared at her.

"You know what Brooke, this is over, done." I whispered but kept my tone angry.

"I think we both know you don't have a say in that." Brooke taunted and smiled.

"I mean it, fuck you Brooke," I told her. "Do whatever the fuck you want, but you will ruin your relationship with Charlotte just as much as you'll ruin mine."

"Don't test me, George." She said, holding her ground.

"I'm not testing you Brooke; this is over." I said and stormed out.

CHAPTER II

I drove for a solid hour, but fortunately I was in comfy clothes, so I headed to the gym to work off my anger.

It was pitch black outside by the time I headed home. I wanted to waste as much time as possible since I also knew there was a 50/50 chance that Brooke had told Charlotte everything, and that I might come home to my bags packed.

When I pulled up to my drive, I was shaking with nerves, but I had to go in. It was time to face the music.

Opening the door, I was greeted with the delicious smell of a roast being cooked.

That must mean that Brooke hasn't told her anything. There's no way Charlotte would cook a roast knowing that I cheated with her sister.

I tip toed my way to the kitchen where I saw Charlotte, still in comfy clothes and facing the other way as she chopped some carrots.

Closing the door behind me, she turned her head, and I froze.

"You're back," she said. "I'm so sorry about before."

A wave of relief washed over me hearing that, knowing that Brooke didn't say anything. Then Charlotte walked over and hugged me.

"Please don't hate me. I just got a little self-conscious." She said with her head against my chest.

"I don't hate you." I told her.

"Promise?" Charlotte asked.

"Promise." I said.

She looked up and gave me a quick peck.

"You go chill in the living room while I do this." She told me.

I wasn't going to say no, so I turned around and headed to the other room. My relief quickly came back down though when I rolled my eyes at the sight of Brooke sitting on the sofa.

She was dressed a little more conservatively now, wearing black leggings and a hoody.

"Oh, you're back." She said and turned her attention back to the TV.

Her blonde hair was a bit frizzy, like she hadn't brushed it. I just sat down silently, as far away from her as possible.

"So, I didn't tell Charlotte." She said, again without looking at me.

"I figured." I replied. I had calmed down from before, but I still didn't want to take any more shit from her.

"And you're right," She said, which really surprised me. "I would lose Charlotte as well."

"Okay?" I asked, not sure where she was going with this.

"So, if you say we're done, then we're done." She told me.

She's not being serious? This has to be some sort of game.

When I didn't answer, she turned to look at me with her beautiful face.

"So, you just have fun with Charlotte, and I'll do my own thing." She said.

The way she spoke was like we were talking about what show to watch, not ending our weird affair.

"Okay." I replied, still waiting for a catch that never came.

We sat there in silence for nearly twenty minutes until Charlotte called us in for dinner, and together we all sat.

I barely said a word during dinner. I felt a bit emotionally drained, to be honest, but I couldn't help glancing at Brooke every now and again. To be fair, she didn't look at me once, not even a quick one.

Maybe this will all work out okay.

CHAPTER III

The next day I went to work as normal, actually, better than normal. It was over, I was free. I didn't have to worry about Charlotte catching me being forced to fuck her slut sister anymore. I couldn't stop thinking about it and smiling.

All day I just thought about how Brooke's smug little face was no longer going to bother me, how I didn't have to fight her to not touch my cock. How I would never have to have sex with her right next to a passed out Charlotte again. It was over.

When I got home that day, I had a visible skip in my step.

Charlotte was already back and putting something easy in the oven for dinner.

"Evening." I said and kissed her cheek.

"You seem happy. Good day at work?" She asked, setting a timer for the food.

"Just glad to be home." I told her.

"Well, go get dressed. It's a nice chill evening, I think. My head's still not 100%," Charlotte laughed out, "but if you ever catch me drinking again, then hit me."

"I'll remember that." I joked back and walked upstairs. I wasn't even at the top by the time I pulled my tie off.

A few steps down the landing, and Brooke's door opened a few feet in front of me. However, I didn't sigh or roll my eyes. I knew it was over; I could just sense that she meant it.

Then she stepped out in pyjamas. Not slutty ones, but definitely fairly revealing. She had on pink shorts that weren't as see through as the last ones and a light pink top. Although her tits were fairly well covered, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra, and I'm sure I saw the hint of a stiff nipple through them.

"Hey." She said as we walked towards each other.

My heart skipped a beat, and part of me wondered if she was about to go back on her word.

"Hey." I replied. I even slowed down, but Brooke just kept going on past me without even looking.

Turning my head, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her perfect, large, firm ass cheeks as she left. The slight jiggle in them. Or her bare, smooth thighs as she headed down the hall. My cock twitched a little in my trousers.

I turned my head back before she saw, and she went downstairs. I gave my mind a little bit of a shake.

Hey, just because we're over, it doesn't mean I can't appreciate a hot body,

I told myself.

I headed for my room and got dressed into something more comfortable, but I noticed my cock was pretty hard. I assumed it was from looking at Brooke, but that didn't matter now anyway.

Then, I went downstairs and met them both in the living room.

Brooke sat on the smaller sofa to one side, and Charlotte was in the middle of the larger sofa, in the exact spot where she was passed out the other day. Memories flashed through my head of her being passed out and Brooke naked on her hands and knees next to her.

I sat down quickly before my hard cock started to poke through my jogging bottoms.

There I was, in the spot where I fucked Charlotte's sister while my hand currently rested on my fiancée's lap. I looked over to Brooke whose face was glued to her phone, and I couldn't help but remember the look as I coated her face with a heavy load of cum.

Stop it, you're getting horny! It's done.

But the more I tried to push those memories out of the way, the harder they fought to stay.

My cock was now fully hard. I checked to my left, and Charlotte was distracted on her phone, so I took the opportunity to quickly and subtly reposition my cock into my waist band, but when I looked up, Brooke's eyes had shifted from her phone, and she looked at me, with a small smirk on her face.

Damn, she definitely caught me.

She didn't say anything, though. She barely even made eye contact before turning back to her phone. I kept waiting for a text to come through, but none did.

"Dinner should be ready in a sec," Charlotte said and stood up. "You two want to come in?"

"Yeah." Brooke replied and stood up.

I watched as both sisters left the room, but my attention was more on Brooke's tight ass... the ass that I had rimmed.

Fuck sake, come on man!

I stood up and made sure my hard cock wasn't obvious before joining them at the dining table.

I don't think Brooke was doing it on purpose, but without a bra, her big tits really stood out. Just the way she sat, they rested on the edge of the table.

"So how was your day?" Charlotte asked, starting the conversation.

"Erm, yeah," I replied, prying my eyes away from her sister, "good, what about yours?"

"Yeah good, got a new client on." She told me.

"That's great," I replied and reached for her hand. "I'm proud of you."

When I turned, Brooke was looking at mine and Charlotte's hands touching, and she had an angry, moody face. For some reason, I pulled my hand back, which seemed to make her smile again.

Charlotte and I did all the speaking over the meal while Brooke barely said two words, but she did offer to clean up.

After that we headed to bed.

Well, two seconds into our room, and Charlotte was all over me.

Her thin lips pressed against mine, and her hands went straight for my belt.

"Woah, where did this come from?" I asked.

"I want to make up for yesterday," She whispered between kisses. "Plus, it means you don't have to have a wank."

"I won't argue with that." I replied with a smile.

Charlotte sunk down to her knees, and I bit my lip when she took my cock into her mouth.

Oh god, I needed this.

She slowly moved her mouth up and down an inch or two of my cock. I couldn't feel her tongue at all, and she was using barely any spit. As much as I tried not to, I couldn't help but compare her to her 18-year-old sister, who was much better at this.

A couple of minutes into Charlotte's blowjob, and I moved us to the bed. Charlotte grabbed a condom and passed it to me which I promptly put on.

Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I entered her smooth, wet pussy. It was... not as good as Brooke's.

I don't know, whether it was because I had a condom on or if Brooke had some magic pussy, but it wasn't as good.

As I slid my cock in and out of Charlotte, I also realised that she wasn't as tight as her younger sister. But still, I did my best to enjoy it.

A few minutes in, I was worried I wouldn't be able to cum. It just felt wrong; I could barely feel anything. I started to fuck her faster and faster, feeling myself getting more worked up.

Eventually, I grabbed her wrist and held it over her head as I really started to slam into her.

"Ow... fuck... George slow down." She grunted.

"Sorry," I replied, "just got a little into it."

"Okay, just go slow." Charlotte panted.

I slowed down to a more love making kind of pace which was nice, but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard.

I knew that I wasn't going to cum like this, so, I closed my eyes and did the one thing I shouldn't.... I pictured Brooke.

I thought about her naked body in the shower as we kissed, feeling her big tits against me. Then I thought about her riding my cock on the sofa. I remembered what it was like to have my bare cock sliding in and out of her tight, smooth pussy.