By Darius Thornhill
Remembering my first time with my brother Ed had made me really horny. Thinking of the care with which he held me as his powerful body pinned me helplessly to the bed while his cock satisfied my most taboo urges, I just had to go upstairs, lie down on my bed and slip my hand into my panties where my fingers quickly found dampness and my beautifully excited clitoris. Soon I was lost in a dream of riding Ed's cock while he held my hips and locked me to his body.
It didn't take long for me to come, which was lucky really as a heard my husband Harry's car in the drive. Shortly afterwards I heard his key in the door so I went downstairs to meet him.
"Hey there! How's my lovely Fi today?" He asked, as he put his arms round me and kissed me.
"I'm OK thanks love," I said, smiling up at him.
He hesitated before a cheeky look spread across his face. "You've been a naughty girl haven't you?"
"Have I? And how would you know?"
He grinned and lifted my hand to his lips. He breathed in the aroma of my arousal and gently licked the nectar from my fingers. "I'd know your pussy scent anywhere darling!"
"Busted!" I grinned. I had been caught with my hand, or rather my fingers, in my cookie jar.
"So you couldn't wait for me to come home and fuck you properly?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that." I said. "There's something I need to talk to you about, but I think that I might just need a quickie before we get into that. DIY is OK but not as good as the real thing... and anyway having a good orgasm clears the mind!"
"Sounds good to me! Lead on!"
I grabbed his hand, led him into the lounge where I leant over the back of a sofa and flipped my skirt up uncovering my pantie-clad bottom for him to admire. We both enjoyed fast and urgent fucks like this. Little foreplay was expected, or needed - we just felt the need to fuck and be fucked to orgasm.
He roughly spread my legs, pulled my panties aside and gave my arse a couple of firm smacks to warm me up -- as if I needed warming up! Then he pulled my cunt lips apart and slid his smooth, satisfyingly large cock into my already wet pussy. I relaxed as he held my hips and began fucking me with slow rhythmic thrusts. After a couple of minutes or so, his exquisite invasion became faster and more demanding, his balls slapping against my clit as I pumped my bottom up and down in time with his now frantic penetrations. I knew from many previous quick fucks that as my climax blossomed he was near to coming. As always, the thought of him filling me with his potent seed sent me over the edge into my second climax of the afternoon. As I came I could feel him pumping into me and his cock spasm as he emptied his balls. Perfect.
Afterwards we sat on the sofa. My bottom felt warm and tingly from the mild spanking he'd given me and I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy, wetting my panties even more.
"So," he said, sliding his arm around my shoulders. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Well," I said. "I think Amy and Ben may be fucking... each other."
"Ah! I see," he replied. Then, with a grin added "like mother, like daughter!"
"I'm afraid so," I said. "Perhaps incest runs in families?"
"So what makes you think they've discovered family fucking as well?" he asked.
"It's the way they are with each other. You know, wary but loving and very careful, tiptoeing around each other - until they think they aren't being watched. Then it's the way they look at each other -- with lascivious joy that I think makes it pretty clear. I remember feeling just like that after my first time with Ed."
"Ah! So that's why you were feeling so randy this afternoon! You were thinking of your brother's cock!"
"Well you know how he turns me on."
"I do - and it makes me hard thinking about the two of you fucking. It reminds me of our honeymoon!"
"Oh God yes! I exclaimed, remembering how Ed and his wife Isobel had joined us for the second week of our honeymoon. We had played musical beds for a week, swapping partners separately and sometimes all in the same bed. We even experimented with some same sex fun too. We found we both enjoyed the variety: Ed and Harry fucking on the bed next to us as Ed's wife Isobel and I enjoyed licking each other's cunts to repeated climaxes.
He laughed at that, and then looked serious for a moment. "Are you concerned for them?"
"Probably not. I think they are mature enough and sensible enough to make their own decisions, but we do need to talk to them and make sure they are OK and taking sensible precautions."
"Good idea. How about this evening? I think they are both at home."
