Brother’s Babe
She gently squeezed my balls, and for a split second I wondered if I should put on the brakes—not!
I did something a few months ago that I’m still finding hard to believe. I didn’t intend to screw my brother’s girlfriend Carrie. It just happened just how she just happened to be at the neighborhood bar with her friends one Friday night. And just how she happened to call me for a ride back to the house she shared with my brother Russell, who, she said, wouldn’t be able to pick her up. I like Carrie; she’s a lot of fun and a big tease. I’d hung out with her and Russ a lot, so I didn’t mind the 30-mile drive to get her home. I figured I could always crash on their sofa and head back home in the morning.
The drive went by quickly, with Carrie and me talking and laughing the whole way. When we arrived at their house we tiptoed inside, but needn’t have bothered Russell was snoring and would have slept through an earthquake. He always was a lightweight who couldn’t hold his liquor.
While Carrie found some sheets and a pillow for me, I kept her laughing with stories of pranks I had played on Russ whenever I’d caught him passed out. Then I took off my shirt, grabbed the remote, and sat down on the couch to watch television. Carrie stepped behind me and started massaging my shoulders.
“Ooh, that feels really good,” I said. I tried to reach up and pull her down for a hug, but my hands landed on her tits. They felt full and inviting through her dress. Then I remembered she was Russ’s squeeze, so I lowered my arms and said, “Sorry, Carrie. You’ve got nice tits, though.”
“I know,” she said. Then her hand was on my chest, sliding down my stomach and into my sweats. My cock was already semi-hard from her massage, but quickly grew to its full length when she began stroking me. My body started to vibrate the way it does when I get really horny. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her hand on my cock.
I was lost in lust by the time Carrie removed her hand, climbed over the back of the couch, and knelt in front of me. She put my cock in her mouth so quickly, I didn’t have time to think about what might be wrong with this situation. Carrie stopped sucking long enough to tug down my sweats and pull her dress over her head before taking my cock back in her mouth.
While she licked, sucked, and stroked the hell out of me, I unhooked her bra and flung it across the room. I caressed her full breasts, rolling my thumbs over her hard nipples. She gently squeezed my balls, and for a split second I wondered if I should put on the brakes not! I moved my hand between her legs and felt her wet snatch. When I slipped two fingers into her, she moaned and sucked even harder on my cock.
“Wait a second,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“Are you ready to take the plunge?” she asked.
I responded by lifting her up so her pussy was directly over my cock. Like a heat-seeking missile, I found my target and slammed into her. I held her waist to keep her from moving so I could last. When I said it was okay for her to continue, she placed her hands on my shoulders and started riding me at a slow, steady pace, giving me a chance to calm down. I did at first, but then my hips developed a mind of their own and I thrust upward, pushing her to go faster.
“Don’t you want me on my hands and knees?” she asked.
“I don’t think I can last that long!” I said. I was a lot closer to coming than she realized. I rolled her under me and took over, pounding hard and fast. I felt her muscles tighten around my surging cock as I plunged into her pussy several more times. Seconds later I lost it, shooting what felt like an endless amount of come into Carrie. When the tremors stopped, I collapsed on top of her. It was dead quiet except for our heavy breathing and the sound of Russell sawing wood.
The next morning I had trouble looking Russ in the eyes, but he appeared to be clueless and slightly hungover. Carrie behaved as if nothing unusual had happened, and I got the impression that she might have done this before especially when she tried to convince me that I should hang around for the rest of the weekend!
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