This is part two of a new, ongoing series. Please check out part one for context. all characters are, of course, over the age of 18.
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I opened my eyes, disoriented. I was in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room and had an unfamiliar woman's body pressed against mine. My mouth was dry and I had a slight headache. I was slightly hung over.
I was on my side, with my arm laying over a woman, her blond hair in my face.
My eyes shot open. Blond hair. Soph's hair. It all came flooding back to me. I was in bed with my brother's wife.
When I had moved to his city for work just a week prior I had moved into his house, taking residence in a room in his basement. He had gone to Paris for work, being gone the entire time. Since day one there had been sexual tension between Soph and I, and the night before we had finally, properly acted on it.
More memories of the night before came to me. There had been a pool party, three of Soph's friends and myself. It had been pretty wild. I had fooled around with one friend, Kay, in the pool, entering her but not finishing our fuck, then I had taken another of them, Abbi, on a lounger beside the pool. If that was not enough, afterwards, I came into the house and fucked Soph in the kitchen. Then again in her bed.
This was bad. My half-brother was almost a stranger to me, being over twenty years older than my 32, but he had always been as good to me as possible. He had taken me in. And I had betrayed him.
Not only with his wife, but with his nineteen year old daughter, Olivia, as well. Or Olive, as she asked me to call her. I had not fucked her yet, despite her trying almost every day, but I had made her cum on my fingers, and received sexts from her. I was, it turned out, a pretty shitty brother.
In my very weak defence, Soph was almost impossible to resist. She was 5'6, blind with a beautiful face and toned, yet curvy body. She was 29, younger than me, and way younger than her husband. It was clear that she chafed at being his stay-at-home wife and he neglected her.
That was something that I could not understand. She was not only amazingly beautiful, she was a good person. Honestly, I wished she was mine.
That morning, both of us were naked in my brother's bed. Her bare ass was pressed against my cock, which had woken before me and throbbed hard, nestled in between her round globes. I could not help but pull her against me, moving my hips. Her soft skin on my cock felt amazing.
She moaned quietly in her sleep, wiggling herself against me making me sigh with happiness. My hand slid down her arm and cupped one of her full breasts and stroked her nipple. It grew hard almost immediately.
I slid my fingertips along the skin of her stomach, over her shaved pubic area, and brushed the lips of her pussy. She wiggled against me more, still mostly asleep. I pushed my fingers between the folds of her pussy and found that she was already damp. I stroked down the channel and brushed against her clit. She moaned again. I manoeuvred my hips and my cock slipped down between us, pushing between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her sex against the top of it.
"Soph," I whispered. She mummered in response but began to move her hips, rubbing herself against my hard rod, pressing against my fingers on her clit.
"Soph," I said again, a bit louder this time. "Wake up."
"Dan?" she said groggily, finally rising out of her slumber. "What ... what are you ... what are we ... ohhhhhh."
I pressed against her clit and she moaned, moving her hips. I kissed along the line of her neck, from her shoulder to just below her ear. She arched back against me.
"We shouldn't," she said breathlessly. "It's ... oh!"
I curled two fingers and pushed them into her, making her moan.
"It's what," I asked, my voice a breath on her ear. "What is it?"
"Wrong," she said, "it's wrong." But she reached between her thighs and grasped my cock which twitched in her hand. She pulled at it, making my foreskin slide across the head.
"Then do you want me to stop?" I asked her.
"No!" She said immediately, with feeling. "I want ... I need ..."
"What do you need, Soph?," I asked, wanting her to say it. At this point Soph could still say that it was a mistake, that she was only drunk the night before. I wanted her to be fully committed to this.
"I need you. I need you inside of me."
"Then put me inside you," I whispered in her ear as I slipped my fingers out of her.
Soph moaned as my digits left her cunt but she lined the head of my cock against her opening, pulling me into her. I pushed with my hips, sinking into her and she arched her back.
"Fuuuuck, yes," she moaned as I began to stroke. My 7.5 inch cock was throbbing as I began to slowly fuck her. The angle we were at prevented me from getting my full length in her, but we rocked our hips together. I held one of her breasts and pinched her nipple between my fingers. She turned her head, facing me and I kissed her, my tongue dancing with hers.
"More," she gasped. "Deeper!"
I held onto her and rolled us both, pushing her chest into the mattress. I stayed inside her as I manoeuvred onto my knees between her thighs, grasping her ass with both hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"More?" I asked, pulling out almost my full length, looking down at the way that her lips pulled outwards as her tight cunt gripped my cock. I suddenly slammed forward, my hips smacking into her ass. "Like this?"
"Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I did not need convincing. Soph's cunt gripped me as I drove into her again and again, pulling back slowly, then thrusting hard into her. I reached around and rubbed her clit with one hand, while the other gripped her hip, hauling her back and forth.
"You like that," I asked through gritted teeth. "You like feeling your brother-in-law's cock in your married cunt?"
"Yes!" she cried out, pushing back against me as I drove forward. "Fuck me like a slut. Fill my married cunt!"
The night before, while we had laid in bed, holding each other after our second session, that she had never talked dirty during sex before. Had never felt the urge to. She had clearly found that urge now.
I was grunting as I thrust into her. Picking up speed, she cried out each time we impacted, our bodies making loud smacking sounds, filling the room with our noises.
"Oh you are a little slut aren't you," I said, through gritted teeth.
"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut! I'm your slut! I'm... oh fuck... I'm cumming!"
I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, and her legs shake as she came. Her back arched and I drove deep, holding her in place as she climaxed. She fell forward, her face on the pillows and I started to fuck her hard once more, chasing my own climax.
It felt so good inside her, her cunt a wet furnace around me. I was already so close. I thrust again and again, while Soph's legs twitched with a series of follow up mini-climaxes.
"Close," I grunted.
