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By Matthew Tower aka 'The Tower of Song'
First off, I’m not using any names for obvious reasons, and sorry if I rush some parts. A minute ago, I was sitting at my desk to write this, but I ended up on the bed fantasising about it again. So, apologies if I write a bit impatiently.
Last Friday I’d been over helping my brother with a DIY project that he’d arranged last minute. He forgot to tell his partner I was over and when she got home, she heard the shower running and figured he’d beaten her to it, but she thought it would be cute to surprise him, so she stripped and went in.
Even when she opened the bathroom door, she didn’t straight away register that the soaped–up body behind the shower glass was not his, but mine. I was washing sawdust out of my hair, and my eyes must have been closed because I didn’t notice her come in either. But when she opened the shower door, my eyes flicked open to see her standing right there. Stark naked. Tits out. Her eyes widening in their sockets.
She kind of yelped, covered her breasts as best as she could with one arm, and her lower parts with the other, then she backed out as quick as she could.
As she came naked out of the bathroom, my brother was standing there struggling to contain his laughter. He’d heard her arrive as he was finishing the clean-up, so he’d come inside to warn her that I was in the shower and I was going to be staying for dinner and drinks.
Anyway, there she was, red–faced, and all she could say was: ‘I just saw brother-in-law-penis’.
That cracked him up. He laughed, gave her a big hug, and repeated it in her ear in a dramatic voice: ‘Brother-in-law-penis’. Like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week.
It became a bit of a running joke between the three of us after dinner. They started calling me B.I.L Penis – like Bill Penis, and then I started calling her Sil Tits or Sil or Silvia. At one point she joked that the whole shower thing sounded like a bad setup for a porn vid. Then he joked that it sounded like a good setup, which raised our eyebrows a bit, but by then we’d already had a couple of drinks, so it was just kind of funny.
Okay, so I might need to explain the dynamic of our relationship a bit, so what happens next makes sense. Obviously as brothers we know each other as well as we know ourselves. Maybe better. We share everything: like tools and sports gear and guitars and habits. The story goes that our mother even caught us sharing a Playboy mag when we were 13 and jerking off right next each other. I won’t confirm or deny but let’s just say we’re not shy with each other. What we don’t share though, is opinions and mannerisms. We’re like Yin and Yang as people. He’s two years older and has always been the quiet, grounded, sensible one. He’s the one doing DIY on their suburban house. I’d rather pay someone to do that stuff, but I never need to because I have a loft downtown and I don’t care that it’s got character. And with her - we’ve known her since childhood. She went to kindergarten with me, and before her father died and her mother remarried, our parents were best friends. She’s been with my brother for maybe ten years now, and she always used to remind us jokingly that I ‘dated’ her first. Really though, we were just thirteen-year-olds sharing our first kiss.
Anyway, after what happened with the shower – it was like the fact that us two had just seen each other naked had broken some last smidgen of awkwardness. Not that there was much to begin with. But suddenly she was being totally free with me. Like she knew she could say anything or do anything without being judged or without even being self–conscious.
And we were all more than a bit tipsy by the time she mentioned that my brother was the only one who hadn’t gotten naked today and that he should strip. I agreed. He should share our shame. I joked that we could play strip poker.
I was just totally joking. At least I think I was. But when he said something like ‘Okay, fair enough’, neither of us was sure. We laughed it off, but then he said he was willing to bet that her and I had imagined each other naked before, so why not?
I was kind of taken aback. It was a bit unlike him. I mean, I wouldn’t be shy to say something like that. But him? Was he trying to be more adventurous or something?
Whatever. I looked at her and I could tell she wanted to play, but maybe she was feeling a little shy, or maybe she didn’t want me to feel like I had to . Anyway, she said: ‘we could just play down to underwear?’
So, it was agreed.
The cards were dealt. The first hands were played. Outer layers began to be removed.
She probably thought we were going easy on her to begin with, but the truth was she was just getting lucky cards, and after a few rounds my brother and I were both down to boxers and t–shirts and she was still pretty well-covered with her jeans and tank–top intact.
Then I lost a hand and had to ditch my t–shirt.
She was gloating a little as I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head - like she was enjoying the power of being so clothed. In fact, maybe she was getting too confident, because that’s when she lost the next hand.
To avoid exposing her knickers or bra, she did her best contortionist impression, reaching into her sleeves to unhook and pull her bra out of her tank top. At first, he told her she was cheating, but then he laughed and said that actually we were going to see her tits better through that top anyway. I guess that’s around when I realised I didn’t know as much about my brother as I thought I did. Maybe he had the same reckless streak as me after-all, and he’d been repressing it all this time.
It was only after she’d pulled her bra out that she blushed and realised he was probably right. The top was so loose and flowy, and that cream colour was so light, that she could probably tell by the way I raised my eyebrows that I was getting a fairly full view.
I g uess being more exposed threw her concentration off a little because she lost the next round too. Next thing, she was standing in front of us two excited men, slowly sliding her jeans off, angling sideways for a moment to shake a bit of rump. Then she lost her balance a little, recovered, stomped on her jeans to get them off her feet, then picked them up and threw them across the room at us. We laughed and cheered.
‘So, you won right?’ she said to him. ‘Is that game over?’
He said it couldn’t be over because his shirt was still on: we’d have to make him lose a round.
‘And if one of us loses?’ she asked.
‘Well, you’ll have to do a dare,’ he said.
Neither of us can totally blame the drink here. I have to admit that we didn’t do our numbers right. For some reason, we thought the odds were good: two of us against him. But it was only as we began playing again that we realised he had only a one-in-three chance of losing. The game was stacked way in his favour:
I lost the first. She lost the second. And the third.
On my loss, he won and dared me to massage her shoulders. I guess it sounds pretty tame unless you were there, but I had to stand behind her, with nowhere for my eyes to go except to her shoulders and down her open tank–top, where her tits were being lightly jiggled and bounced by the motion of my hands massaging her bare shoulders and back. She couldn’t have known for sure how turned on I was at that point, but I saw she had goose-bumps too, so she must have known the skin–on–skin contact was quite erotic for both us.
Anyway, I lost the first; she lost the second. That was when he dared her to take her top off. When she started to question whether or not he was asking too much, he reasoned that it was only fair since I had my shirt off, and since we could already basically see her tits anyway, and we’d both seen them recently anyway and…
I don’t think she cared anyway. I guess she was feeling cute and free with us. And maybe a bit wine–happy and aroused from the massage. And whatever else a woman’s body feels when she’s the centre of attention. So, we watched as she stood up, angled her shoulders in, crossed her hands over at the bottom of her tank top and slowly lifted it to let her boobs loll out. We let out a pretty big cheer. Then she lifted the top over her head and floated across the room at us. It landed on my knee, and I held it up in triumph like I’d caught the bride’s bouquet at a wedding.
When she sat down again, we just resumed the game normally. We might have stolen a few glances at her chest, but she loved it anyway: just how comfortable we all were, and how erotic the moment was. In fact, after she lost again and he dared her to go nude, I even wondered if she’d lost on purpose. Anyway, she said: ‘Fine, but you guys have to join me. It has to be an all–in.’
We looked at each other briefly then... suddenly, we were wrestling on the couch like schoolboys, trying to yank each other’s boxers off. I guess for her it was part–funny, part–sexy seeing us writhing around, grabbing at each other, stretching and ripping each other’s underwear, red–faced and laughing breathlessly and giving each other these little red grip marks all over our bodies. I know she was watching the way our muscles flexed, and once our boxers were down around our knees, how our members dangled and swung as we tussled.
When our boxers were around our ankles and we were almost out of breath, she stood up and we immediately stopped and turned to face her. She took the waistband of her panties and slipped her fingers underneath it. We were dead still, watching her every move as she started slowly pulling her panties down. A bit of trimmed bush slowly came into view, but she paused just above the top of her pussy. We watched and waited, our gazes shifting between her eyes, her breasts, and her fingers on the waistband. Then in one quick motion, she slid her panties down and kicked them off.
My head was swimming as she sat down again and suggested we forget about the cards and just play dares. He asked how it would work, and we decided we’d each take a turn coming up with them.
‘I’m first,’ she said.
‘Okay, then I’m next,’ I said.
She pretended to think for a moment, but it seemed she already knew what she wanted: she told us to sit together on the carpet, so she could watch us touch ourselves. I guess she thought it was a pretty risky dare which we might turn down, so she promised that if we did, she’d part her legs a little so we had something to look at.
See why I mentioned us jerking off to the playboy when we were 13? This was real though: she wasn’t just an airbrushed photo of a dolled-up stranger in a magazine; she was someone I’ve had a crush on over various times of my life, and she was actually going to open her body for me to see? Do you think I gave a fuck that my brother would also be touching his cock at the same time? We didn’t need to be asked twice. As he sat down beside me, she leaned back against the couch and opened her legs and we both took our cocks in our hands and looked at her – first at her eyes, then her breasts, then down to her pussy. As we gripped our cocks, I could tell from her little shivers that her mound was starting to tingle without even being touched. It was like it was actually responding to our eyes on it: especially my eyes – because she was looking at me frequently like she could actually feel my gaze as a sort of invisible caress. I could feel her eyes too, seeing me touch myself and my cock growing, my shaft lengthening and straightening, and the head swelling so hard it was getting kind of shiny.
A few moments later she asked - a little self-consciously - if her pussy was looking wet. He just raised his eyes at her encouragingly as if to say: ‘why don’t you touch yourself and see?’
‘Is that your dare?’ she said to me.
I nodded, of course.
She reached down and parted her pussy lips with her left hand, then reached her right finger down to the base and slid it up to the entrance of her vagina. It was so open and sensitive already and the wetness made a little sound as her fingers passed through on the way to her clit.
Right then, our cocks went fully rigid. Mine especially. It was so thick and hard that it was pulling my testicles taut, and she was watching the slightly oval shape of them moving through the skin as I pulled my cock up and down. Maybe it was just that my body was new to her and kind of intriguing but, as she began circling her clit with her finger, her glance was most often on me.
It was his dare next. He said he wanted us to carry on like that, but for me to reach out with my left hand and touch her tits. I looked across at her. She just stared at me and pressed her lips together. I could only assume it was fine, so I reached out and ran my hand across her clavicle to test her reaction. She took a deep breath and it was like her whole body inflated. We stared at each other as I brought my hand back up her belly, before moving my palm over her left breast, then her right. It was like I’d flicked a switch. Goosebumps ran wild all over her body. She kept touching herself and watching my hand moving on my cock as I ran the other hand between her tits, fondling them, feeling their weight in my palm, and glazing my thumb lightly across her nipples.
A moment later, we had to snap out of the trance we’d fallen into because it was her turn to call the next dare. She was finished talking though. She simply took our hands and pulled our fingers towards her pussy.
As we started touching her, she took his cock by the base with one hand, then wrapped her other hand around my shaft to feel how rigid it was. For a couple of minutes, we sat in a circle touching: our fingers spreading her wetness over her clit, and her hands rubbing the skin up and down over the heads of our cocks. By then we weren’t thinking about whose turn for the dare it was, or what was appropriate or inappropriate, and after a while, he signalled for her to lie down on the carpet, grabbing a pile of couch cushions and using them to prop up her shoulders so she could watch.
He lowered his face between her legs and beckoned me to do the same. I looked at her to be sure she was fine with it first, then I bent down and breathed gently onto her pussy. She watched us both as we began kissing around her groin – the inside of her legs and her outer labia. Then our tongues began taking turns probing her pussy lips and teasing around the entrance of her vagina.
As I placed a kiss on the hood of her clitoris, her muscles contracted in pleasure. He sat up a little and reached down to part her pussy with his fingers, while I put out my tongue and slowly licked her pussy from the base, up between her labia where it dipped into her wet entrance, and up all the way to where it nudged her clit out of its hood. Then I was running the tip of my tongue up and down over her clit and she could see her moisture intermingling with my saliva.
Her breathing became more laboured and her trembling body was settling into the rhythm of my tongue, but she didn’t want to cum like that. From the way she looked at my brother, it was like she wanted him to tell her to do other things. Like she wanted to know how far we could push the game. I knew he understood the look on her face, but I didn’t know what his reaction would be. When he gently grabbed my shoulder and lifted me away from her pussy, I must have looked a little startled and embarrassed. That is, until I realised what he was signalling for me to do.
He gestured for me to sit on my knees between her legs so that my cock was sticking right up, resting against my belly, only a few inches from her pussy. We were so close that we could almost feel the heat of each other’s bodies.
‘Could you both move closer?’ he asked.
I looked at her for a moment to confirm she was happy, then I moved forward a little. My big hard cock was now literally an inch from her splayed vagina.
‘A bit closer?’ he said.
I looked at her again, then we both slid together a tiny bit, and suddenly my cock was resting lightly against her pussy.
‘Closer...’ he said again.
It was clear what he wanted to see. We looked at each other again, then moved a touch closer. She shivered slightly as she felt the tip of my swollen cock part her pussy lips. My heavy cock was resting right against the entrance to her vaginal opening and, looking down, we could all see her wetness had rubbed onto the tip of it.
I could tell from her breathing and flushed face that she was dying to pull me on top of her, but she held off and took his cock in her hand instead.
‘A bit closer’, he groaned.
I moved my hips forward and there was a little pop as the head of my cock squeezed into her vagina. She couldn’t hold back anymore. She grabbed me by the waist with her left hand, pulling me in.
Even as wet as she was, it still burned me a little as I leaned over, inching my cock deeper into her aching pussy.
The feeling inside her was like my cock had been bound with silk. I started to move, squeezing myself slowly and evenly, in and out of her.
For quite a while, all three of us watched each other: the palm of her right hand moving up and down on his cock, the fingers of her left–hand circling gently around her clit. But most of all, we watched my hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The skin of my cock is smooth but slightly darker than the rest of my body, and with each outward stroke, we could see her pussy lips cling to my shaft, leaving it wet and glistening. With each inward thrust she could see my balls tightening and the skin at the base of my shaft bunching up as it caught on her labia, pulling back and unsheathing my dick so it could probe deep and bare inside her.
At one point I got a bit close to orgasm and I had to briefly withdraw my cock. As I did, I noticed my brother looking down into the gaping space I’d left. Then she dipped her finger inside herself to drag a bit more wetness up over her clit and she paused for a moment to tell us that if we were all okay with it, she wouldn’t mind if we both wanted to have a turn cumming inside her, or on her tits, or belly, or wherever we wanted… She didn’t mind where.
He replied that he all he wanted was to carry on just like we were, and that if she and I came first, just watching us would be a massive turn–on. He just wanted to be sure we were both good.
We were. More than good. We were giddy with lust.
We turned back to each other and she took my cock in her hand and eased me back against her entrance. The second time easing into her was just as intense because I knew we were about to take it all the way. I knew she wanted to feel her pussy orgasm all over my cock, and to see me release myself.
He began touching himself again, just watching us as we found our rhythm again. Soon we were riding together with much more intensity, banging our pelvises into each other, over and over, while she rubbed her clit faster and faster.
As I leaned further into her to push my cock deeper, she began to moan into my mouth and I felt her pussy tighten. Then she really started to cum. She started shaking and whispering fuck, fuck, fuck… over and over under her breath. She set me off too. I pulled out and ejaculated my first pulse of cum over her right breast. It was weird seeing each other’s faces like that – in total ecstasy – and seeing the intimate details of our orgasms, like her mouth opening, jaw clenched as she looked down at the little slit at the tip of my cock opening up as I shot that first rope of cum over her nipple.
‘Cum in me,’ she said quickly, pushing me back down.
Before I could slip my cock back into her slit, a second load shot out all over her pussy. It felt so dirty-good to see my hot cum landing all over her labia and clit, pasting her fingers and pubes. That set him off too and he began releasing himself onto her belly. Then I surged my cock back into her and she squeezed her vaginal muscles tight around my shaft to feel it throbbing. Our orgasms really drove off the cliff then, and they were so intense it was like we’d been knocked out. We could feel our bodies moving, but our brains were completely separate, like they were frozen in time. She was cumming so hard her fingers had slowed right down so they were just gently circling over her clit rubbing my sperm in, and we were able to totally relax and feel every detail of our orgasms: the release of her last store of wetness all over the head of my cock as it pulsated against her cervix, and the feeling of me filling her up, pumping my last loads of hot semen right into the depths of her inner passage.
A moment later, we’d collapsed onto her, resting our heads on her breasts, panting for air.
It was a few minutes before we’d gathered ourselves. The eroticism of the situation hadn’t left the air though. I wondered if that was it, or if we would carry on for the rest of the night…