Brothers Household Ch 03

This is part three in the series. plese feel free to check out the first two chapters. All characters srr, of course, over the age of 18.

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Chapter 3

There were times that week where my life felt incredibly surreal. I would be working at my computer, running code or answering work messages when my phone would buzz and my heart would begin to speed up with anticipation.

I would open it up and have no idea who the message would be from. Would it be from my sister in law, Soph? The second wife of my older brother? If it was, it would likely be a message telling me she missed me, missed me being inside of her and letting me know she would be waiting for me to fuck her as soon as I got off work.

Or it could be from my niece, Olive, short for Olivia, the sexy goth slut. The daughter of my brother's first wife. If it was, it was likely a photo or short video, of her naked, touching herself, offering herself to me.

Maybe it was from one of Soph's friends, Cort, Abbi, or Kay. All three had been sexting me since I had met them at the pool party. The party where I had been inside both Abbi and Kay. I had dates with two of them, Abbi and Kay that week, and Cort was asking when her turn would be.

I would respond to any of them, then go back to work as if I was living a normal life. Which I most definitely was not. I had somehow stumbled into the kind of life a horny guy would imagine for himself. It was not without complications but I was determined to ride it out. Enjoy it while I could.

It was shortly after noon on Wednesday when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, wondering which one it would be. I doubted it would be Soph. We had gotten up early that morning, worked out together in the basement gym just outside of my bedroom/ office and then fucked in the shower. She had said that she would be busy all day out of the house.

Olive was a possibility. She was just 19 years old and it was likely she was just waking up. If so she might be begging me to fuck her during my lunch break, which was a very good idea. I started to get hard just thinking about it.

I picked up the phone and opened it and my eyes widened a bit. It was not from any of my women. It was from my older brother Eddie.

I swallowed. Thus far I had done a pretty good job of compartmentalising everything. I avoided thinking about how my brother had brought me into his home, given me a cheap place to stay and how I betrayed him by fucking not only his wife but his daughter as well. I was not proud of myself but I could not seem to stop, and while he was away on business I was able to ignore his existence. Soph and I were careful not to talk about him or the way we were both betraying him.

The message on my phone, however, was impossible to ignore.

Dan. How are you? I just landed. Be home in forty five minutes. You around? Let's have a chat.

My heart began to beat harder. What was this? I should have remembered that he was arriving today. It had not been a secret. I had just been ignoring the reality.

And chat? What did he mean by that? Did he know something? Had he found out? Was I truly and totally fucked? I had a brief image in my mind of the headlines the next day.

SUCCESSFUL LAWYER JAILED FOR MURDERING HIS BROTHER AND WIFE.LURID DETAILS INSIDE!!

I typed my response.

welcome home. I'll be at the house. See you then.

I leaned back in my seat. Worried. My phone buzzed again and I picked it up once more, to see his response. It was a message from Olive instead. A photo.

I opened it and it was a selfie. She was naked in her bed, sheets covering most of her body, part of one of her large pale breasts uncovered to just the edge of the areola. Her arm was outstretched holding the phone above her.

She was not wearing her full beat of goth makeup, but she still looked lovely, her lips plump, her face oval, her green eyes sparkling. Her hair, dyed black with emerald streaks, was mussed. I read the words that accompanied the photo.

- so, you going to come up and fuck me or what Uncle Dan?

I sighed and looked at my watch. Forty minutes before Eddie was due to arrive. I took a deep breath in. If my brother was going to murder me I figured I should at least have one bit of fun before he did.

Olive's door was closed but unlocked and I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing it after myself. Olive was laying on her back, her phone in her hand. She looked over at me and smiled, dropping the phone beside her and turning onto her side.

"That was quick," she said with a light chuckle. "Usually you pretend that you don't want to fuck me. Not that I'm complaining."

She took the sheet and threw it to the side, uncovering her young body. She was short, 5'3, but amazingly proportioned with large breasts with pale pink nipples, wide hips. She had a small belly but it looked good on her. She looked soft and oh-so-fuckable.

I unbuckled my belt and reached into my jeans, fishing out my already hard cock. It was thick and filled my hand, 7.5 inches and uncut. A heavy vein ran along the top.

"Your dad is going to be here soon," I said as I approached the bed. "We are going to have to be quick."

Olive giggled.

"Oh?" She asked. "And my uncle is going to fuck me right before he gets here? What a naughty uncle."

"Shut up," I said, reaching the edge of the bed. "Hands and knees. Come here. Crawl."

I had discovered quickly that what Olive wanted from me was dominance. She loved it when I corrected her, spanked her, when I used her like a slut. I was happy to indulge her.

She did as she was told, going on hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, her breasts hanging heavy below her, swinging delectably.

When she reached the edge of the bed she looked up at me, her green eyes filled with lust and need. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair in my fist and pulled up, making her arch her back. She moaned.

My other hand gripped the shaft of my cock and I swung my rod and slapped it lightly against her cheek. Then the other cheek.

"Do you want to suck this cock?" I asked. "Do you want your uncle to fuck you?"

"Yes," she said, already breathing heavier. Already licking her lips.

"Then beg for it, slut. Beg for your uncle's cock."

"Please," she said in a pleading voice. "Please fuck me. Please use your slut. Please fuck me, daddy. Fuck my face, fuck my slut cunt. Fuck me!"

My fist gripped the hair at the back of her head and I shoved my cock into her open mouth with the other, driving myself deep, hitting her throat. She gagged a bit around the sudden intrusion, but did not pull back. We had been practising.

I fucked her throat roughly, thrusting hard, pulling her forward with her hair. Every few thrusts I'd drive deep and hold her there, as deep as I could get, cutting off her air. Her hands were on my hips, but like the good little slut she was she never tapped for relief.

Finally I pulled out and looked down at her, my spit covered cock, laying against her cheek. She looked back, meeting my stare, eyes red from watering, tears on her cheeks, spit dripping off of her chin.

I shoved her back and she gave room, allowing me onto the bed. I roughly grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her stomach, and she yelped then giggled as she was manhandled.

I moved to kneel between her spread thighs and put my hands on each globe of her pale round ass, pushing them apart, seeing the star of her asshole and, below that, the already glistening wet, shaved pussy with the puffy pink lips.

I gripped my slick cock and pressed the head between the pussy lips, rubbing. Olive moaned and tried to back into me, attempting to get me inside her.

"Again," I said. "Beg me again."

"Fuuuuuck," she moaned. "Fuck daddy! Please! Just put it in. Please fuck me!"

I grunted and shoved forward, slamming into her as she shouted. I was very glad that Soph was not home. There was no way anyone in the house could miss this noise.

I pulled back, pulling her hips, making her go on all fours once more and began to fuck her hard, our bodies slapping together, my balls swinging into her.

I reached under her and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, making her moan, while I grunted with each thrust. It was fast, and only a few minutes before I could feel her thighs begin to quake. She came, groaning under me as I relentlessly took her.

I was quickly meeting her in climax, my balls tightening then releasing into her, throbbing as I arched my back to cum deep inside her.

I was breathing heavily and took a few moments, still deep inside her to recover. I could feel the muscles of her young cunt flexing around me, as if milking every drop. Finally I stepped back and let myself slip out of her. She sagged to the bed, laying on her stomach, and moaned happily.

"Thank you daddy," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "Thank you for fucking your slut."

I slapped her ass hard, making her yelp then giggle.

"Your dad will be here soon," I said. "You know that you need to be careful around him, yeah?"

"I will," she promised.

I turned and went down to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee.

+++++

I was clearing emails out of my work account on my phone when Eddie arrived. I looked up to see him barge into his house. He had a roller suitcase and a suit hanger over his shoulder. He tossed both aside, forgetting them. I guessed he assumed that Soph would take care of those for him.

"Hey," he called out. "Danny! How are you doing?" He strode into the kitchen and extended his hand which I took then we had one of those 'bro' hugs where we tapped one shoulder together.

"I'm good, Eddie," I said. "How was the trip?"

"Ah," he said, sitting down at the counter. "Work. You know. You spend most of your time in conference rooms and hotels. But it was fine. How's your new job?"

I looked Eddie over once more, struck by how similar we looked but also very different. He was bigger than me, and broader, but had gotten soft with an ample layer of fat. If I let myself go, I supposed, I might look a lot like him. His polo shirt was stretched across his belly, but his arms were still big.

"It's ok," I said. "The work isn't much different than I was doing before, just a new company. But I'm settling in."

"And how's the family. They treating you ok?"

I thought briefly about how I'd been fucking both Soph, my sister in law and Olivia, my niece, and suppressed a laugh.

"Yeah," I said. "They have made me feel welcome."

"Really," he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Soph, sure. That's her nature. But Olive? I know that she can be a bit of... a handful."

I pushed away a mental image of my hand on Olive's breast, the pale skin spilling around the sides.

"She's just a kid," I said. "I get that they go through stuff at that age."

As if our discussing her summoned her, Olive came down the stairs just then. She was wearing black leggings and a bulky sweatshirt over it. Her makeup was not done, but she looked very pretty.

"Dad," she said, walking into the kitchen. "You are home." Her voice was not exactly annoyed but it really did lack enthusiasm. I suspected that she resented another obstacle to our fucking.

"I am," he said and stood, opening his arms. "Come on and give your dad a hug."

She sighed theatrically but did as he asked and hugged him. His back was to me and she looked at me over my brother's shoulder. She gave me a sneaky grin and licked her lips.

She broke the hug quickly and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the far end of the counter, taking out her phone, immediately texting.

Eddie shrugged and chuckled, sitting back down.

"Well there you go," he said to me, speaking as if she was not there anymore. "That's about all the affection a dad can get these days."

Well, I thought, you get a bit more if you are a daddy, but I, obviously, said nothing.

My phone chimed letting me know I had a message. I opened it up. It was from Olive.

- How does it feel, talking to my dad, knowing that I'm leaking your cum out of my pussy?

I closed the message app without replying but shook my head slightly, indicating: No.

Eddie raised his eyebrow at me.

"Just work," I lied. " Someone is doing something they shouldn't. I'll deal with it later."

I heard Olive chuckle but looking at her it seemed as if she was responding to something on her phone.

Eddie and I chatted a bit about his work, and a restaurant that he had visited, when after twenty minutes or so the door opened again and Soph came in.

She looked amazing, as always, her blond hair casually pulled back in a ponytail, light makeup on her face, accentuates natural beauty. She was wearing a loose white top and black leggings. She saw me and smiled, then noticed her husband sitting with me.

She did her best to keep her face steady, maintaining the smile, but I saw it change, become more brittle.

"Eddie," she said after a pause so brief that I doubted anyone besides myself noticed. "You're home. Welcome back! How was your trip!"

Eddie stood and she crossed the room and hugged him, receiving a brief peck of a kiss on her lips. Completely irrationally I felt a pang of resentment towards my half brother, a stab of jealousy that lanced into my guts.

I had no right, I knew. Soph did not belong to anyone but, if she did, it was not to me. Eddie had more right to kiss those lips than I did. That did not stop the acrid churn in my belly.

Soph joined us in the kitchen and I took a backseat to the conversation as they caught up, Soph letting him know what she had been up to while he was gone. She obviously left out all the fucking we had been doing.

My phone buzzed again with a message and I carefully checked, in case it was another risky message from Olive. It was not.

- Can't wait for tonight! See you at like 8:30? He will be gone by then.

It was from Kay, one of Soph's friends. The pool party on Saturday had been to celebrate her engagement to some guy but that had not stopped us from playing around. I had been inside her two times but we had been interrupted by her having to leave before I could finish. She had invited me over that night because her fiancé was supposed to be out of the house to play poker.

It was still kind of surreal to me that Soph had been ok with this. She said that as long as I still fucked her that she did not care which of her friends I fucked. I actually believed her.

I glanced at her step-daughter, Olive and grimaced slightly. I had some doubts that Soph's okness with me fucking other women might not include her step daughter. I still had to be careful.

- see you then, I typed back and sent it.

"Soph told me you are a good cook," Eddie said to me, catching my attention again. "You going to make supper for us tonight?"

I shook my head.

"Next time," I said. "I have a date tonight."

Eddie grinned at me, an attempt at wolfish, dude comradery.

"Nice," he said. "Anyone I know?"

I glanced at Soph who almost imperceptibly shook her head behind his back. She didn't want him to know it was Kay.

"I doubt it," I said. "Some girl from the gym."

I noticed Olive frown at that. I had never promise that I was not going to fuck only her, but I did not like the look of jealousy on her face. I thought that another session of some light discipline might be in order for her. Not that I expected her to complain about that. She really did enjoy her spankings.

"Ah, to be young and free," Eddie said with a laugh. "I envy you!"

Soph raised her eyes in mock disapproval giving Eddie an overly dramatic angry look.

"But even better to be happily married to the best woman, of course," he said laughing and raising his hands. "You have your fun, Dan. Maybe one day you will meet someone like Soph."

I had to suppress a smug smile. Some day indeed.

"Well," I said. "I have to get back to work. Good to see you Eddie."

I stood and headed down to my room to put in some hours at my job.

+++++

I finished my day some time after six and did a quick work out in the basement gym then had a shower. I chose an outfit for the night, a simple pair of faded blue jeans and an oxford button up shirt in white.

I headed upstairs and saw Eddie sitting in the livingroom, his laptop open obviously hosting a work meeting. He did not seem happy. He glanced up at me and waved me over, muting himself and the computer.

"Danny," he said, "could you do me a favour? I left the fucking projections I need on my desk and need them for these assholes." He gestured to the floating faces on the screen. "Can you run to my office and grab them for me. They are in the top drawer. Thanks, buddy."

I nodded, happy to help out, while he went back to scowling and snarling at the people on his screen. I went into the office and looked around. Eddie's office was like a simulacrum of a man's man office. Every generic idea of an important man's space was there, from unread leather bound books on shelves, to an overstuffed leather armchair that looked like it had never been sat in, to the emerald green glass lamp on the edge of the wide wooden desk.

I went to the desk and opened the top drawer seeing a sheath of papers bound with a clip. They looked like projections to my untrained eye so I grabbed them. There was a document underneath them and I saw the title across the front page was "Prenuptial Agreement".

Hmmm, I thought. This must be the one that he and Soph signed when they got married. It was none of my business. I was going to turn and walk away but... I couldn't help myself. I was curious. I had no idea what a prenup looked like. I had never been married and was not rich enough to need one of these, even if I had been. I paused.

Fuck it, I thought. I'll just be nosy.

I didn't have time to sit and go through it then so I took photos of the pages to read over later. It was a betrayal of privacy, I knew, but... it was far from the worst betrayal I was perpetrating in this household so I just went with my instincts. Then I left the room to deliver the document Eddie had asked for.

I dropped the projections on the couch beside him and he nodded his thanks, not stopping his conversation with his colleagues. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and maybe a snack before going over to Kay's.

After a few moments, Soph came in and smiled at me, glancing into the livingroom, confirming that we were out of Eddie's eyeline. She crossed over to me, wrapping her arms around me, and kissing me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

This was dangerous, I knew, but at that moment, as my hand slid up her side to cup her breast, I did not care. I was already getting hard for her and, as the kiss went on Soph's breathing became heavier, a sure sign of her arousal.

Finally she broke the kiss and stepped away from me, looking down the hall again to make sure we were safe.

"Hey you," I said with a smile. "Welcome back."

She smiled.

"Thank you," she said. "I missed you when I was out. I always miss you." Her hand reached out and squeezed my cock where it bulged in my jeans. "Parts of you more than others, honestly," she said with a chuckle.

"Every part of me misses you," I said as she fondled me.

"I guess I should be careful not to take it too far," Soph said, releasing my cock with a look of disappointment. "Kay would murder me if I used you up before she got a chance."

"You don't need to worry about that," I laughed. "I don't know what it is, maybe something in the water here, but I'm always ready to go." I pause before giving voice to the elephant in the room. The elephant named Eddie. "I guess there is another, bigger reason to be careful."

Soph sighed and leaned back on the counter, facing me.

"Yeah," she said. "When he was away it was... I could forget that I was even married. Him coming home... I guess it changes things."