My name is Tricia. I have been married to my husband, Ben, for 15 years. We have always just been the typical suburban couple, except that we haven't had any children since finding out that Ben's sperm count was almost non-existent. Like most couples that have been together for a long time, our life had become somewhat routine. It wasn't bad, mind you, it just lacked the excitement that it had when we first met.
Three years ago my brother, Steven, and his wife divorced. At 27 years old, Steven is eight years younger than me, so we have never been very close. Steven's breakup with his wife was difficult, and on the day of his divorce he wound up at our house later in tears. We tried to cheer him up by having a party with just the three of us, but the alcohol just seemed to make him more depressed. We wouldn't let him leave and insisted that he spend the night in our guest room.
The next day Steven looked somewhat better, but still quite despondent. Ben and I decided that we would invite Steven to spend a couple of weeks with us in order for him to have people around as he rebuilt his life. I didn't think Steven would take us up on the offer, but surprisingly he did. Our lives were pretty routine for a few days until one Saturday when I returned home from shopping. Ben was out with one of his friends and apparently Steven, who was sitting at our computer, didn't hear me come in. When I looked into the computer room, I noticed that Steven was looking at the computer screen with his shirt off, his pants around his ankles, and his swollen cock in his hand. I was shocked of course, but that wasn't even the worst of it. What Steven was looking at on the computer screen was nude pictures that Ben had taken of me! Suddenly, before I could move or speak, Steven groaned and shot a huge load of cum all over his chest and belly.
I crept away from the room so Steven wouldn't hear me. Later that night while in bed I confessed to Ben about what I witnessed. All Ben said was, "See, I told you that you looked sexy in those pictures."
"You don't care that Steven saw them? You don't care that he masturbated to them?" I asked defiantly.
Ben responded with, "Those pictures of you are hot and he is a guy. I'm sorry he found them, but I'm not surprised at all that they turned him on."
"But he is my brother!" I replied.
"Brother or no brother, anyone who sees those would want to jack off." Ben said. Then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his groin area. "See what I mean. Just the thought of those pictures made me hard. I think it's hot that out of all the pictures he could have looked at on the internet that it was the ones of you that got him off."
Minutes later Ben and I were rolling around in one of our hottest lovemaking sessions in years. Although it was hot, it was weird, because thoughts of my brother's penis kept creeping into my head. And, when Ben finally grunted and finished inside me, my mind drifted back to Steven's penis unloading on his chest, and I too became immersed in a mind blowing orgasm.
I mostly put the whole experience out of my mind until a few days later. Steven had a formal dinner to attend for his company, but wasn't ready to date yet, so he was moping around trying to figure out if he should show up alone. That's when Ben opened his big mouth and suggested that I go with Steven. Steven replied with, "Won't I look even worse showing up with my sister?"
"Nobody will know she is your sister." Ben replied. "They will just think it's some good looking blonde you are dating. I don't know if you have noticed, Steven, but your sister is kind of hot."
I am sure at that moment I must have turned fifty shades of red. There was a moment of silence as I don't think anyone knew what to say, except of course, my big mouth husband who chimed in with, "Then it is settled. Friday night Tricia is your date, Steven."
I did kind of enjoy the thought about getting all dolled up. My upcoming date became a good excuse to buy a whole new ensemble to wear. It no longer felt weird by the time the evening arrived. Things seemed somewhat normal as Steven and I prepared to leave. However, when Steven opened the door for me to leave, he looked back at Ben and asked, "What time do I need to have my date home tonight?"
Ben responded playfully with, "Oh, you two just have fun. I will leave the porch light on for you."
I glared at Ben as my "date" took my hand and led me to his car. We arrived at the club, went inside, and found our table. Dinner was nice, but I felt strange whenever Steven or someone else referred to me as Steven's date or as Steven's girlfriend. Alcohol was served, so I was able to settle my nerves with a little wine. A band played throughout dinner, and then after dinner the lights were dimmed and the band increased its volume and tempo for those that wanted to dance.
After a little time and a little more wine, Steven asked me if I wanted to dance. I love to dance, so I readily accepted. The more we danced, the thirstier I got. Conversely, the more wine I drank, the more I danced. At some point I realized that Steven was getting touchy-feely with me, and also pulling me tighter and tighter against him. The alcohol must have dulled my senses, because it wasn't until I felt Steven's cock pressed against me that became aware of his advances. I knew it was wrong, but the wine and the festivity were working their magic on me.
Before I knew it the party was coming to an end. Steven and I were one of the few couples left on the dance floor, and I was pretty well toasted. As we danced to a slow song, I felt my brother's warm breath on my neck and his hard cock against my belly. I was feeling the same tingling in my pussy that he must have been feeling in his cock. My mind was alternating between images of my husband waiting for me in our bed, and of my brother at the computer masturbating. Rationality was losing out to arousal and stimulation. Before I knew it, I was rubbing my Steven's cock through his trousers. I don't know if my mind thought that the hard penis belonged to my husband, or if at that point I even cared. Fortunately, and at least temporarily, my lack of discretion ceased as the lights came back up and the music ended.
When we got out to Steven's car, he made a comment about how lucky I was to have a spouse waiting for me in bed. I apologized for letting the moment get out of hand on the dance floor. I was put at ease by Steven thanking me, because he really missed having a woman's touch. He followed with, "I wish the music hadn't stopped. It felt so good to hold someone else's hand...you know...not my hand...sorry, you know what I mean." I knew exactly what he meant. I felt terrible for letting Steven get that close to me and letting him get excited from a feminine touch that he couldn't have.
I was all lubed up and ready for my husband to have his way with me, so my sexual senses were on overload and clouding my better judgment. At least, that's my excuse for doing the unbelievable again. I reached over and placed my hand on Steven's crotch, which was still hard as a rock. "You don't have use your hand. You can use my hand for tonight if you need to." I said to Steven.
