THIS IS CHAPTER 2. PLEASE ENJOY.
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"Morgan? Nathan? Are you two in here?"
Lying 10 feet from the bedroom down, Nathan was still buried to the hilt in me. Not yet, quite satisfied, I still felt frequent small jabs in my quim, a sign my brother hadn't fully emptied his balls. The suddenness of realizing my husband is on the other side of that door in the hallway of our townhome, has brought me back to reality.
Still trying to catch our breath after the frantic fucking I was given, I answered my husband's knock delicately
"Yes.. we're.. we're in here," I calmly tried saying fearful he'll notice my laboring inhalations. "Nathan and I..are just talking."
Above me, Nathan had pushed himself up off me, his hands flat on the carpet. Still in me, I now had my hands resting on his shoulders with my nylon clad legs still pointing upward. My robe, untied, was still on me and my nightgown, was pushed over my waist. My wedding ring, still on my finger, immediately brought shame, with my own husband literally feet from us. My breasts were reddened from my brother lying on top of me as we fucked.
"Well, the movies over. Because you did not come back downstairs, I kind of figured that. I'm going to bed. The house is locked up."
Quickly, I replied, "Oh.. Okay honey. We're almost done here."
As the sound of the footsteps lessened, I re-focused on Nathan. "I need you to get off me, Nathan," I, still, quietly stated, thoroughly disgusted with the situation.
Pulling out of me, the pool of cum that tried to escape, had thoroughly coated my cavern. Reaching my hand out, he took it, thus helping me to stand. Using the door to balance on my wobbly legs, droplets of semen landed on the carpet. Unable to pull my attention from the wall mirror, the sight of me, messy hair, sweaty, exhausted, shame-filled, and my left hand pressing my brothers shirt against my opening, trying not to allow more seen on the carpet was the momentary issue.
While we were fixing ourselves, the heavy breathing was abating, but the silence of the room was stifling. Looking at Nathan, the contentment, smugly strewn on his face, I had finished clasping my bra over my sore tits, and zipping my robe.
"I'd..I'd better go," I faintly stated. Waiting on a response, to which I never received, I exited his room. Closing the door behind me, I took a deep sigh, then checked on my kids, asleep in their bedrooms. Satisfied with what I saw, I proceeded to my bedroom.
Entering, it was dark. Aside from the moonlight trying to disturb the darkness, I hurried to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I felt it all plop into the water. Alone, in my bathroom, I was truly getting worried. The fact my brother has been fucking me bareback, means I am flirting with a conceptive disaster. Taking my destroyed hosiery off of my legs, I placed them and Nathan's shirt deep into the laundrt bin. Shortly after cleaning my lady parts, I joined my husband in bed. Turned away on his side, I lie there, looking up the ceiling, the pulsating deep within me, a reminder of my sordid, one-sided affair I was having.
"What have I gotten myself into," I thought to myself.
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The next morning, as I was starting to prepare breakfast for Phil and my kids, the ache I was feeling, not only in my nether regions but also my lower back, from laying on the carpeted floor, was noticeable.
Earlier, when Phil had went to shower, I had donned a new pair of sun beige colored pantyhose under my pajama bottoms. Also, a white lace bra covered my tits, snug under a knee length, white cotton dress with buttons down the front. Covered by a big sweater, I had to be mindful of my movements as the portion of the dress I'd tucked into my pajama bottoms would give away my hidden secret if it came free from under the waistband of my PJ's.
Since Phil was upstairs, I proceeded to feed Kara and Kyle before I made him breakfast. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text notification. Quickly retrieving my phone, I opened it and saw it was from Nathan.
"Hurry up sis," The text began. "I want that pussy... IN YOUR BED."
Aghast at his impudence, like I always am, I quickly responded, "I can't hurry. He leaves when he leaves." The pangs of aggravation, now building, I was upset at just how crass my little brother over these past months.
What started as a few quick pumps in me and then he'd prematurely ejaculate into a condom, has become hours and hours of him between my legs, enjoying the 'fruits of my labor'. But what's worse is just how calculated he has become. Pushing the envelope, he purposely toes the line, knowing my husband is home. Last night culminated in him actually fucking me in our guest bedroom, where he stays when he's here.
"I still have to get the kids ready to. I can only do so much," I continued, basically pleading with him to understand.
Quickly deleting the evidence I'd already sent, I tucked my phone away in my pocket and finished making my husband breakfast.
45 minutes later, Phil and I had walked outside to our narrow driveway of our townhome. Him with Kyle, and me, with Kara. Once our children were secure in their car seats, I walked over and shamlessly kissed Phil's cheek woth the same mouth that will soon be wrapped around my 19-year old brothers' battering ram.
"I'll text you when I'm leave the office," Phil reminded me, a twinge of guilt laced in me.
"Alright, I'll see you later," I nervously replied, aware that in a few minutes, Nathan and me will be in the throes of intimacy.
Standing of to the side, just before going to the front door, I watched as the car began backing out. Exchanging air kisses with my daughter, my thoughts were squarely on what was awaiting me upstairs. As Phil drove away, I walked back into the house.
Removing the sweater and my pajama bottoms, I dropped them off at the laundry room. After smoothing out my dress, I sighed, making my upstairs. Waiting for me in my bedroom, the same linens and quilt Phil and I just slept under last night, still on my bed, Nathan nodded his head toward my bed. Understanding the meaning, I retrieved my white high heels, stepped into them, unbuttoned my dress so my bra was seen, then I pushed a nail through the gusset area of my hosiery, promoting easier access for Nathan.
