When She Fucked My Brother [FM]

My wife, Anne, and I decided to try and get pregnant. We had wild month where we really go into the idea and then the pandemic hit. With the state of the world and the complete uncertainty that surrounded everything, we decided to put the idea on hold for the moment. It didn’t seem like the best time.

Bu things have changed. We are both more secure in our jobs than ever, the pandemic seems to be calming down and the timing has started to feel right again. She went off birth control and started tracking her cycles.

She also bought some sexy lingerie, specifically for trying to get her pregnant. Green stockings, garter belt and silk panties. But also a sheer top that you could see her breasts through and a cupless bra, that pushed her breasts up so that they were high and perky.

I was at work when I got a text from her. It was a selfie in the bathroom. She was wearing the lingerie and it was just the words,

“It’s time.”

It was also the minute I went in to a meeting. The kind of online meeting where I didn’t really have to participate, but I had to be there and my camera had to be on. Calling it frustrating would be a massive understatement. I told her that I would be delayed. She sent back a pouting emoji.

I tried to concentrate on the meeting, but the truth is I couldn’t have cared less. All I could think about was her, in that lingerie waiting to get fucked. My mind drifted away from work, down an intricate road of fantasy, while trying to pretend I was paying attention to budget spreadsheet.

I was in that state of mind when my phone buzzed again. And again. I turned it on to glance surreptitiously at my messages.

“FUCK!”
“Your brother is here.”

I was startled. I wasn’t close with my brother. In fact I hardly knew him. He was 15 years older and had left home when I was very young. He’d done quite well for himself and had only recently move back to Portland. He’d made his money and was looking forward to a quiet teaching job. We were just starting to get reacquainted.

I’d promised him that he could borrow some supplies from the house. But I’d expected him to call ahead. Not just show up.

“Let him in.” I texted back. “His stuff is in the garage.”

“Fuck you.” Was the curt reply. “I’m still in the lingerie. I started without you.”

My cock was instantly hard.

“Haha. Show it to him.”

“Only in your wildest dreams. And maybe his.”

The phone fell silent. I looked up to see if anyone had noticed my absence from the meeting. No one looked like they were paying any attention at all.

A few minutes later my phone buzzed again.

“I showed him.”

“What? Seriously? That’s amazing!”

“No, you perv. I put on a bathrobe and showed him to the garage. I can’t believe you thought I’d do it.”

I didn’t answer. My meeting dragged on. I kept thinking about her over and over. Half an hour passed.

“He got the stuff.” My phone buzzed. “I’m making him some coffee.”

A minute passed.

“I’m still wearing it.”

Another minute passed.

“Do you really want me to show him?”

“Fuck yes.” I answered quickly. It was the only thing I’d been able to think about for a full hour.

“Do you really want your brother to see me in the lingerie I bought specifically to get knocked up in? Even before you see it?

“Yes. Absolutely yes.”

At home Anne sat watching Carl, my brother, as he sipped at his coffee.

“Carl.” She said. “Can I get your opinion on something?”

“Yes. No problem.” Anne gulped, preparing to take the next step.

“I just bought some very expensive lingerie.” It was Carl’s turn to gulp. “Can you take a look and tell me if you think it was worth it, or if I should return it?”

“Oh. Um. Sure.” Anne liked making him stutter. She stood up and started to undo the tie of her robe. He put up a hand to stop her. “Oh. I. Um. Well, I thought you meant on a hanger or something.”

“Of course not.” Anne replied, feigning indignation. “You’d have no idea if it looked good on me then.”

“What about your husband?”

“Your brother? He’s good with it.”

“Are you sure?” Anne paused, not sure how to overcome his reluctance. Then it occurred to her. She opened her phone to our conversation and handed it to him.

He took it. Read it over. He started at the top. Anne blushed when she remembered that she’d told me she’d been masturbating. When he got to the phrase about her getting knocked up he paused and looked at her silently. Then he continued. When he got to the end he was visibly aroused against his pants. Anne was wet and almost panting with anticipation. She tried to hold her breath.

Carl nodded, softly, yes. Anne breathed out in huge sigh of relief. Then looked at him in embarrassment. He just smiled. Now that it was permitted Anne felt hesitation. She started to think about what she was actually doing, about the insanity of it all. The possible repercussions. It was crazy. It made her head spin. Turned her on even more.

She undid the tie of her robe slowly. Let it drop to the floor. Her robe hung slightly open. Carl leaned forward in his chair. She reached up and softly slid the robe off her shoulders. It slid to the ground to join the tie.

“Wow.” Carl gasped softly. Anne’s nipples hardened. She could feel how wet her pussy was getting. She could see a little wet patch spreading on his jeans.

“Wow.” He repeated. Anne swallowed. She was getting light headed. Nothing turned her on as much as being seen. She took good care of herself and was proud of her body. She took a step closer to him, took off the sheer top. She slowly turned again, letting his eyes wander her body. When she finished her turn she reached out and took back her phone.

“I’m showing him right now.” She texted.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“So horny.”
“How horny?”

“Oh god. Don’t ask me that.”

“How horny?”

“I want to fuck him.”

“Do it.” Anne put the phone down on Carl’s lap, the screen facing up. He read the words slowly, looked up into her eyes.

“I’m not sure.” He whispered.

“We are.” She answered back. She slowly knelt down in front of him. Pressed her breasts again his knees, slowly ran her hands up to his cock. He jumped a little. She moved her hand further up. Undid his belt. Pulled his underwear down just a little and stroked the head of his cock.

Carl pushed her away and stood up. Anne rocked back on her knees, disappointed. But Carl didn’t step back. Instead he pulled down his pants. Just for enough for his cock to spring out.

He reached out and wrapped a hand around Anne’s hair. He pulled her head towards him. She opened her mouth and his cock was inside her. She took him in deep and sucked on him hard. She was in no mood for subtlety. Neither of them were. He grabbed either side of her head and pulled her against him, thrusting his cock deep into her throat. She almost gagged but that only seemed to drive him harder. Already the taste of his precum was thick in her mouth.

She pulled back and let his cock, slick with spit and cum, rest on her cheek for a moment. She smiled up at him. Then she lay on her back and spread her legs.

He looked at her, stunned. She reached down and pulled her green panties to one side. He didn’t need any further invitation. He lay on my wife, thrust hard and filled her pussy with his cock. He fucked her wildly, driving the breath from her lungs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer. He slipped his arms under her legs, pulled them up, until her knees touched her chest and she was bent double.

He thrust hard, rhythmically, pounding into her until she started breathing “Yes, yes, yes.” With every thrust.

Suddenly, his rhythm changed. Harder now, slower but deeper. He slowed more. His body tensed. Suddenly he pulled back, tried to pull out. Anne put a hand on either side of his face and whispered

“No.” She pulled him in for a kiss. Her tongue slipped between his lips. They kissed deeply as he erupted into her.

When he was done he fell to one side. They both lay there panting. Exhausted. Shattered. Shocked. After a few minutes Anne started to feel his cum trickle out of her. She rolled over, got to her knees, made to stand up and go clean.

Suddenly an arm was around her waist. A grip like steel. Carl forced her to bend over. She was confused and tried to scramble forward. He held her in place.

“What’s…?” Before she could finish her question he thrust into her, hard again already. The motion drove her to the floor. He fucked her hard again, but his hand snaked around her thigh, up to her pussy. He rubbed her clit as he thrust. Softly, in little circles. Then faster and faster. She panted, then moaned and finally screamed as she came on my brother’s cock. Seconds later he came again, adding to her wet pussy.

He pulled back and stood up, leaving her lying face down. He buckled his pants and quickly left. That’s where I found her when I got home. Lying on the floor, still in her lingerie, dripping cum. It was glorious. I made her suck me then, swallow my pent up cum. I needed release, but for tonight, her pussy belonged to him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10gl8ib/when_she_fucked_my_brother_fm