This is my first venture into erotic writing. I feel I should include the usual disclaimer, if you're not of legal age or if you find this type of writing offensive, please move on to another story or another site.
This is actually a true story, the names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and/or the not so innocent.
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In a small rural town in Indiana in the summer of 1966, my older brother, his wife and their two small children moved into the second story of an old farm house my parents had back then. This was just before I started my freshman year in college. This was the first time any of my married siblings had lived at home after getting married and having a family.
We lived in an old farm house with two bedrooms on the first floor, as well as the living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom. On the second floor there was a fairly large "T" shaped room with no door and no divider of any kind between the top of the "T" and the tail of the "T". Since the top of the "T" was larger and much more spacious, my older brother, Sam, and his wife, Sheila, took over that part for their bedroom for them and their two small children. Sam put up a heavy vinyl lined drape between the two areas to provide them and myself with some semblance of privacy for sleeping and changing clothes.
I had turned 18 earlier that year and was pretty innocent and naïve, growing up in a strict Christian family in the Bible belt of Indiana. I was about 6' tall and weighed about 165#. As I had grown up on a farm and with a father that worked construction, I was pretty fit and in shape for an average 18 year old boy.
Let me take a moment to describe Sheila, my sister-in-law. She was 27 or 28 years old, and had grown up in southern California. She stood about 5'3" and was slender, other than her pregnant tits and tummy, with naturally dark brown hair that came down over her shoulders in beautiful curls, and she had bright beautiful blue eyes.
Now onto the story. Sheila was about 3-4 months pregnant when they moved in with us. Sam, Sheila and my parents decided they should stay there until the baby was born and save up some money while doing so, so they could have a nice down payment on a place of their own after the child was born.
The curtain did not provide any privacy for noise and sounds, although it was excellent for blocking visual privacy. As I would lay there going to sleep, often I would hear the sounds of love making or the attempts at it. It seems as though Sam was not interested in an attractive lady with a large pregnant belly. So I would hear Sheila imploring him to have sex with her; and I could hear very clearly what she was asking him to do to and for her. She must have been much more sexual and horny than he, which was a definite surprise to me, as I thought he was always on the take for good sexual encounters; at least that was the way he appeared to me.
I would hear Sheila coaxing Sam and asking him to suck her nipples, play with her thick pregnant pussy, and gently caress her pregnant tummy, etc. He stated often to her that he was not interested in "pregnant ladies". He told her she would just have to wait until she delivered their baby, and then he would give her all the sex she wanted and all she could handle.
I would hear Sheila sobbing and pleading with Sam to make her feel like she was his wife and the very sexual being she was, even though she was pregnant. He would reply that she was very pregnant and that they had no privacy since his little brother could probably hear everything. She stated she did not care, as she was in dire need of some real and intense sexual relations since her hormones were going crazy while she was pregnant.
This happened repeatedly over the first couple of weeks they were there, and did not seem to be improving with time.
During that summer, not long before school was to start, I was laying in bed, waking up and preparing to get up, when Sheila came into my part of the second floor. She sat on the side of my bed and began talking with me about how her husband, my older brother, was treating her and making her feel like she had the "PLAGUE" or something similar. She stated he would not touch her sexually, and that she was very much a woman and had needs that MUST be filled.
I lay and listened to Sheila with the covers over me and the fan blowing over my bed, as we had no air conditioning back then. I told her that I was not man enough to care for her or her sexual needs in her present condition, as I was just a young and innocent high school boy. I went on to tell her my sisters were downstairs and would hear everything, if anything were to happen. We had some old squeaky beds back then with coil springs and metal frames. They were always noisy, even when getting in or out of bed or even just turning over in bed.
Sheila went on to explain that we could lay a blanket on the floor and be very quiet, and they probably would not hear us. She also said that I may be young and innocent, but she would enjoy teaching me what to do to become a good lover. She stated I could do a very good job for her in her condition, as she was in desperate need of some caressing, touching, etc., as well as some good sex. She went on to say that because I was younger, that I could probably do more for her than Sam, her husband, who was 10 years older than I; he could not last as long as a stud like me.
