Double Life Ch. 01

THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. PLEASE ENJOY.

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"Kara! Get your bag, honey. Your father is almost ready to leave."

Throughout the normal chaos each morning brings, I was making sure my 5 year old daughter had her things for school, all the while buckling my 2 year-old son Kyle into his car seat. Each day, on the way to his office, Phil drops the kids at daycare and kindergarten, respectively.

Trudging down the stairs, Phil struggled with the buttons on his shirt, while fidgeting with his blazer tucked under his arm. With a smile, the kind of smile that mocks the urgency of the morning, I help my husband secure the buttons as I take his coat from his armpit.

"I'm a little behind," he stated. "I might come home a little later than usual. Bob is calling for an emergency meeting after everyone leaves for the day."

Picking up his bag and my son's carseat, Phil was able to open the front door. Following him outside, I held Kara's hand as we walked to the car. In the cold, light snow was falling. Not enough to change plans or stick, but just a mild flurry. Outside in our driveway, my pink pajama bottoms, and Phil's Penn St. sweater adorned my body, while my 'Hello Kitty' plush slippers covered my feet.

"Just make sure you call me before you head home," I said, my normal thoughts suddenly popping in my head. "I'll have dinner ready when you get home. I just want to know how quickly to prepare it."

On one side of the car, Phil was settling Kyle snug on his side, while I buckled Kara in her seat. Looking at me, Phil, my goofy economist, of a husband commented, "How are you drowning in my sweater, Morg? I'm only 5 inches taller than you. It looks so bulky on you."

Returning a forced smile, I chuckled at his attempt at humor. After securing the kids, I walked around to the car and kissed him on his cheek. After getting inside and starting the engine, I told him to drive safely and I loved him. Before pulling out of the driveway, Phil reminded me, "Make sure Nathan is helping you around the house. Just because he's your brother doesn't mean he gets a free ride here."

With a weak nod, I wrapped my arms around my torso and made my way to the front door. Watching as my husband began slowly backing out, I had by now, re-entered our home, looking outside from a tiny opening at the far end of the drapes.

"Get those clothes off, Morg," I heard from-behind me. Naked, at the top of the landing, my 19 year old brother Nathan stood.

Meeting his eyes, I knew what he wanted. Looking back towards the outside, I could see the slow matriculation of our car rolling down towards the street. Not yet looking back at Nathan, I hooked my fingers into the tops of my pajamas and without a second thought, began sliding them down my hips and legs. The glossiness of the suntan colored pantyhose that I'd put on while my husband took a shower, made their appearance. As I was stepping out of them, two hands reached around me, going under the sweater.

"Nathan," I seductively mewled. "Wait till the cars' out of view."

Feeling his lips kissing along my neckline, I, again, feignly pleaded. "Little brother, please," I tried saying, to no avail.

As Nathan started to lift the larger

sweater I was wearing, his hands enveloped my freckled, sized 34C, tits. Seeing the car slowly disappear down the street, I slowly turned around to face him. Once the sweater was off, I dropped it next to my sweats lying on the floor by the window.

Falling smoothly over my petite body was the frilly white corset that made my prior outfit, "bulky" on me, as my husband noticed, embellishing my frame. Still wearing my Hello Kitty slippers, I knew I had to remove those once in my bedroom.

"You really need to relax, Nathan," My words soft, but sharp. "We are going to get caught one day, you know that?"

That cocky smirk that I've grown quite accustomed to over the last 9 months appeared on his face. "I'm going to enjoy having sex with you until then, I guess," as the indifference left his mouth.

Continuing his assault on my neck and boobs, the young man, who almost a year earlier was this shy, immature, nerd that shivered at the thought of women, let alone even talk to them, was lusting, mightily, over his older sister.

As our pulse quickened and breathing labored, I couldn't delay the inevitable anymore. "Take me upstairs then, baby brother. You know the rules." Taking his hand, I steadied myself as we walked the flight of steps.

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My name is Morgan Jennings. I am 32 years old. I am 5'2 and weigh about 110 lbs. With mid-length brunette hair and blue eyes, I also wear glasses. I have been married to my husband, Phil, 33, for 6 years. We have a daughter, Kara, 5 and my son, Kyle 2. We live in an upper middle class area, in a condominium complex. Our home has 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, so its' more quaint than 'house-like'.

When I was 6, my mother suddenly passed, leaving my father and me alone. A few years later, daddy remarried, and our family was complete. When I was 13, my dad and stepmother had a child, my little brother Nathan. Over the years, we developed a strong unit. From my soccer games to everything Nathan did, our family was indeed a family.

Nathan, on the other hand, always harbored resentment for me. I tried to be the loving, caring big sister. I babysat, made him stuff to eat when our parents went on dates. You know, everything an older sibling does. He seemingly didn't like his big sister telling him what to do.

See, Nathan is a quirky, person. He is anti-social and really doesn't have friends. He's 5'9 160 lbs, still has pimples on his face, is just your typical nerd. Ever since his own mother passed 5 years ago, he has been a shell of himself.

Since it was my father's second time being widowed, things with Nathan and him has been difficult. They live a couple hours from me and Phil, but whenever my father went on a business trip, I'd drive down to pick him up. He'd stay with us until daddy came home.

At first, Phil was more than content on my brother staying with us a few days here and there. Nathan would pretty much just stay in the bedroom I had made out for him, and play video games. I had to make sure he completed his school online when he was at my home, which was a chore, itself.

But then came his senior year in high school. I just had my second child, Kyle, and I noticed Nathan behaving even more differently than his usual self, whenever he would stay with me and Phil. His 18th bithday had just passed and I was going to go down to pick him up as my father never, ever trusted Nathan, alone, in the house.

As I walked in their house, I could hear them arguing. "Fuck dad, I'm not a baby anymore. Why are you sending me to stay with Morgan again!" I heard Nathan, yelling. "I fucking hate staying with her. She treats me like I'm a child."

Standing there in the foyer, I was actually floored by his admission. I was, genuinely, hurt by this, but stayed put as they went back and forth.

"Daddy? Nathan? You guys home?" I'd declare, putting my purse on the table.

Acting like I hadn't heard what I heard, I tried to play it off. Giving daddy a peck on his cheek, I took a step back.

"What's going on?" I asked, trying to be incredulous.

Looking in between the boys, I could see the tension. Then Nathan, with all the confidence on his side, just said, "I don't know why I always have to stay with you and Phil when he's gone." With that he left for his room.

Embracing my father James, and knowing Nathan was upstairs, I looked up at him. This big powerful man, who was intimidating enough himself, even in his mid 50's, looked defeated.

"I'm sorry you two had an argument. I walked in on it just in time, didn't I?" I quietly said, running my hands gently along the front of his blazer. Standing on my tiptoes, in my 4" heels, I pecked my father on the lips. "How 'bout when you come back from your business trip, I'll tell Phil I'm going out to dinner with you and Nathan, I reserve us a motel room and you fuck me a few hours," I mewled, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'd like that very much," he added, just as we heard Nathan coming back down the hallway.

Releasing our embrace, I smoothed down my dress, having been moved up a little when my father instinctively put his hand under it, feeling the pantyhose I wore on my legs.

After recovering from our flirting, We wished my father a safe trip and we'd see him a few days later. As I was driving us to my home, Nathan, said some words that altered our lives, permanently.

Looking at me as I drove, I felt Nathan's fingers brushing against my leg. Touching the hem of my dress, I could feel it being moved up my legs. "I know about you and dad, Morgan. It would be a shame if Phil learned his wife was not faithful, and that Kyle isn't his."

From that day forward, my 18 year old brother and me began a torrid sexual relationship.

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Walking to my bedroom, I could feel Nathan's eyes boring down on my backside. Ever since we became intimate, the awkwardness of my brother and me having sex hasn't gotten any easier.

He's a nerd. BOTTOM LINE. He's never had a girlfriend. He has a few acquaintances, who weren't, necessarily, batting down the door to hang out with him, rather he was more of a recluse. But when he was with me, I admit, ashamedly, I've brought about a side of him we never knew existed. He is barely 5'9, 160 lbs. and slender. Not a 'sporty morty', he is more of the tech geek.

Once we entered the bedroom, I retrieved my 4" white high heels I had worn when I got married, 6 years earlier. While I was sitting on the beds edge, I removed my slippers and slipped each foot, snuggly, into each heel. Releasing the scungi from my hair, I let it flow down covering my shoulders. Looking up, Nathan was standing 5 feet from me. The sight of the penis on someone of his stature and looks, you wouldn't believe it was almost 9" in length, curved like a banana. Fully erect, he said nothing. Walking up to me, I took his cock and ran my tongue over his length.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I purred, realizing that in a few short minutes, the cock I was about to suck, would be balls deep inside of me.

Looking up at my little brother, 13 years my junior, I never took my eyes off of him. Soon, I slid his length down my passageway, proceeding to milk the first load out of him, down my throat. Resting my hands on his thighs, I began my task.

"Gluck! Shluck! Schluck!" As my head bobbed up and down, Nathan's eyes were closed, relishing the blowjob he was relishing.

"Fuck Morg, suck my dick," he said, his boldness, peaking. "I wanna fuck that pussy, hurry up," he coldly said.

Out of the corner of my eye, the standing mirror captured strands of saliva forming on the side of my lips and mouth, everytime my head was coming back up. I tried not to look, fully, as the shame I currently lived with, was on full display.

"Fuck yea Morgan," Nathan repeated. "Suck my dick.

Faster and more urgently, I bobbed my head. A handful of my hair was curled in his scrawny hands. Helping my movements, Nathan liked forcing more of him cock deeper than I could take. Feeling the uncomfortablity as he drove deeper, I tapped his leg, signaling my struggle with air.

"Ackk! Hack! Ack!" I coughed, after releasing his grip. Pulling off of him to catch my breath, several strands of saliva, combined with pre-ejaculate, flowed down my chin. "Nath..." I tried saying, before he forced his dick back down my throat.

"Get me to cum sis, I want in that pussy," the calllousness in his voice, telling.

Every plunge down and then back up was one step closer to him finishing. I'd rarely ever gone down on my husband, Phil, as I find oral sex on a man disgusting. My father started me on blow jobs when I was a senior in high school. Every day I'd arrive home, and before my step mother came home, I'd be on my knees in my bedroom fellating daddy.

After a few minutes, I felt Nathan's testicles alerting me that they were ready to release the contents stored inside. Faster and faster I bobbed. "Ack! Ack! Slurp! Gluck!"

Suddenly, Nathan gripped my head. "Fuck Morgan!" He bellowed as he slammed his hips forward, bumping and locking my head against the door. Pulse after pulse shot out of his cock, splashing my tonsils and coating my throat. Every time I tried to swallow, another rope jettisoned in my mouth, making me gag mid-swallow. Struggling, I swallow 95% of his spend, only to have the remainder dripping off of my chin or pasted on the sides of mouth. Finally releasing his grip after emptying himself, he let my mouth free, taking a step back. As I coughed relentlessly, the tears that formed in my eyes blurred my vision.

"Ho.. holy.. shit, Mor.. Morgan," Nathan responded. "Damn you can suck dick."

Unsure how to respond at the moment, I reached out and put my hands on his butt, bringing him back to me so I could clean him off. Just the sight of his penis, the slight curve that looked menacing, was still fully hard.

The fact that a 32-yr old, married woman, was knelt before her 19 year old brother, having just given him a blow job, one would think he needed a break.

"Get on the bed Morg," he said, pointedly, "I need to pound your pussy."

Helping me to stand, I balanced myself on my heels and made my way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I hooked my finger and pushed a hole into the gusset of my pantyhose, giving Nathan unfettered access to my vaginal passage. Over the past 9 months, Nathan has become bolder and bolder. If I'm not with my father or Phil, I'm being ploughed into the mattress, routinely, by him. My father, nor my husband, know of our relationship. I can't tell daddy, nor can I tell my husband as many careers and lives would be ruined.

My brother is staying at my house for 10 days since my father had to go to Europe for business. Nathan gives Phil such a difficult time. Phil tries to he good to him, but his patience is waning. I also tell Phil, I'll make sure Nathan does whatever, but most of the day, our incestuous union takes priority.

After the hole is created, I lie back on the bed, scooching to the center. Before I rest my head on the pillow, I reach into my drawer filled with nylons, and retrieve the box of condoms Nathan sometimes will use. Laying my head on the pillow, I open my legs as Nathan, eagerly, climbs between them.

"I've waited long enough," he reminds me.

Slapping his hose on my vulva, he aims it at my opening and pushes in.

"Ohhhh Nathan," I seductively whimper.

All the way in he pushes until I feel him bottom out in me. Taking hold of my legs, the nylon fabric coming in contact with his skin, he puts them up in a wide "V" and begins his duty.

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"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

My constant moaning, from Nathan's relentless attack, had been going on since my husband left for work earlier. Now, almost 2pm, my little brother is working on his 4th load, the 3rd he'll deposit in me. Knowing I have to get my kids from school and daycare, i am exhausted. Every plunge in me elicits a yelp. Over these months of our affair, Nathan has gone from not lasting 10 seconds to where he can continuously fuck me to exhaustion.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I chant, deep in the throes of ecstacy.

"Ahh! Take.. it.. Morg!," Nathan stammers, acccentuating each thrust in me.

"Yes! Oh Na.. Nathan.. god yes," I cried, as wave after wave of desire reared its' ugly head. "Hard.. harder.. baby."

Doubling down, Nathan was intent on making the springs of my bed sing its' empathic sonata until he finally explodes in me. Having filled 2 condoms prior, he chooses not to wear another for our last one of the session. His determination was strewn on his face, as I watch his face contort above me. Finally, I hear his breathing begin to labor as he furiously pumps my worn out pussy.

"Cum.. for.. me.. ba.. baby," I quietly stammer. "C'mon.. oh yes!"

3 more hard thrusts later, Nathan lets out a victorious roar, signifying his pending eruption. "FuuuccckkkkkMorgggg!"

Fusing our lower regions together, I feel his cum blast my cervix; One, two, three, four heavy shots, against my helpless womb.

Thrashing my head back and forth on the pillow, Nathan's hips slowed. Pulling out of me, he released my legs, which fell onto the mattress.

Almost immediately, I could feel his cum ooze out of my swollen orifice, saturating my pantyhose and the towel I'd placed under my butt. Still hovering over me, his breathing still labored, the sweat from his forehead dripped onto my tits and chest. The dampness on my corset I was wearing held a mixture of our perspiration.

Just looking up at him, I couldn't speak. Seeing that usual, indifferent smirk on his face, always added to my humiliation.

Now, before you comment that "Why am I bitching? Why Do I say I have shame and humiliation?" Just understand, as a woman, we have hormones. Those hormones fail us. Quite often. Sex is sex, and yes, sex is suppose to feel good. And with sex, our natural reactions come out. I moan, I REALLY get into the moment.. Always have. Now the fact it's with my brother also, its'... different.

He basically blackmailed me. What I do with my father, at first, was something I never wanted. He's my father for goidness sake. But over time, The guilt and shame of what society would think was too much that I couldn't bring myself to reporting it. I did like my step mother very much. But I also knew my family was devastated once before, I couldn't let it be ruined again. Especially when she died, leaving my father widowed, again.

But we honestly did everything to be careful so Nathan didn't have an idea. When I'd met Phil, it was the perfect storm. Yes, I love my husband. I did settle for him, his stability, what he couid provide. He did give me our daughter Kara, as I'm without doubt she is his. But Nathan said he would let Phil know Kyle wasn't his and that he was actually my father's offspring. Just the thought of it all unraveling, frightened me to no end. But, also the fact, my father is not aware of this relationship Nathan and I, now have.

Suddenly when daddy goes on business trips, Nathan is more than eager to "hang out" with my family here. Yes, he's now 19 and one might figure, he's 19. Get a job ya bum. But Nathan has all the cards right now. He can ruin me. My marriage. My children's stability. My father's business dealings. And It's my fault.

Its bad enough I am unfaithful to Phil, but now, I'm here lying under my baby brother, the pimples, still not fully over the puberty stage, on his face, exhausted from the numerous fuckings he gave me all morning.

"Damn sis," Nathan said, his breathing now calm, "Your pussy is awesome."

On instinct, I'll always run my hands over Phil's or my fathers chest, but now I find myself tracing my fingers along Nathan's chest, as well.

"Nathan, I need to get the kids. Its almost 2 and I haven't begun to clean the house," I exclaimed, completely ignoring his last statement. "I need to shower, then clean.... all this," Looking around the room.

Once he removed himself fully off me, he didn't offer to help, he just left my bedroom. Hearing the shower in the hallway bathroom turn on, I sighed. "Damn you, Nathan." Standing, my legs were jello. Looking in the mirror, the definitiveness I just had sex couldnt be mistaken from the weariness on my face.

Removing the cum-stained towel from the bed, I was pleased to see there were no stains on the quilt or sheets. Quickly remaking the bed, I then retrieved the 2 condoms he had filled earlier, tossing them in the wastebasket by my bed. Removing my nylons, all tattered from our incestuous mating, I tossed them in the trash as well.

Making my way to the bathroom, I stepped into my shower and let the hot water bead off my sore, achy, tired body.

"Morgan," I said to myself. "You can't keep this charade, forever."

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After getting my kids and arriving home, I began the task of doing my housework. I keep my home clean, so I don't ever have a lot to do. Phil does notice when the kitchen needs work, or if his shirts aren't hung up, so I make sure I at least get those jobs completed. He doesn't know that since Nathan's been here for 2 days, that I don't get my kids until 2, and not noon, like I usually do. Nathan and I are being intimate every morning.

"Nathan?" I call up the stairs. "Can you please dispose of this trash?"

Coming out of his room, I look up. "What?" He'd say, as I'm standing there with the bag filled with my pantyhose, used tampons and his filled condoms.

"I need you to bury this in the trash, Nathan. Remember? You don't want Phil finding out, right? I thought you "enjoyed" my pussy, as you let me know each day?" The way I said it, full of sarcasm, was counter to how I usually talk to when I just try to keep the peace.

Smirking, he walks down the stairs, takes the bag, and does as I asked.

"Lose the attitude, Morgan," he'd audaciously say. "I'll start making you have more sex when Phil is here."

The audacity and indifference from Nathan floors me. I'd never treated him another way than a sibling would. Yes, I'm 13 years older, but I always did everything for him. After his mother died when he was 13, I took the role of caregiver, since daddy had business trips. I took him to school, picked him up, fed him, sat in on his parent/teacher conferences, cleaned his clothes, all at the behest of my own marriage.

There was NEVER any nefarious actions displayed by Nathan or myself. He just always kept to himself. When he stayed at my home, he'd barricade himself in the guest bedroom playing video games, until it was time for dinner. He'd eat, head back upstairs and disappear the remainder of the evening.

But a week AFTER his 18th bday, things began to change. His eyes would linger a bit too long on me. I'd notice glances toward my legs. When I'd tell Phil I'd be staying a few nights at my fathers home since Phil would go on business trips, too, I was naive to Nathan's subtle changes.

After putting Kara to bed, I'd make certain Nathan was in his room. Once I was certain, I'd join my father in his bedroom where we'd infulge in each other until we lost our battle with sexual exhaustion. Where my father's bedroom sat, sure we should have been more careful, especially when daddy was fucking me against the wall more often than not, but when your lost in passion, you're not thinking of anything else except that person balls deep in your quim. So when Nathan dropped the bomb that he knew, it really wasn't a surprise, although I was genuinely thought I could come up with excuses to, hopefully, convince him otherwise.

As soon as he played the audio on his cell phone, of my moaning and my father's grunts, and showed me pictures, not of having sex per se, as he'd never VISUALLY witnessed that, but more of subtle touches and kisses that we'd try sneaking in, assuming no one was around, I was horrified. Embarrassed, ashamed, but genuinely horrified.

The one picture of my father and me in his den looking at paperwork he'd be working on for his employer, his hand his on my leg, my dress up over my waist, I knew would not be easily explainable to my husband. Obviously we were naive thinking Nathan would never see our touches. So, against my better judgement, and with the prospects of several lives being altered or ruined, I gave in to Nathan's demands and we've been intimate since.

I spent the morning of my 32nd birthday in my brother's bedroom at my father's house being ploughed by Nathan, knowing later that evening me, my father, my husband, my brother and my kids would be at a restaurant, celebrating my birthday.

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Now 5 pm, I had dinner in the oven. With Ryan informing me the emergency meeting actually took place earlier in the day, I was grateful he was coming home.

Greting him at the door, I took his coat and hung it on the coatrack. After Kara jumped in her daddy's arms, giving him hugs and kisses, we all walked back in the kitchen. When Phil saw Nathan setting the table, he was convinced Nathan had, indeed. "helped" me out around the house.

After settling down a little and putting our daughter down, Phil took me in an embrace and when he looked at my face, the picture of exhaustion didn't go unnoticed. Figuring the combination of the kids, chores, and just my everyday, Phil on commented on how tired I look, but didn't add anything else to it.

At the table, Phil was helping Kyle eat, while Kara was telling her daddy what went on during her day. Unbeknownst to everyone, I was engaged in a silent tug-of-war under the table with Nathan. Trying to be discreet, I had a death grip on his hand that rested on my inner thigh, as the left hemline of my dress sat over my left leg, exposing the nylons I wore. The look on my face, one of horror, yet a calm determination, I also understood I was in a losing battle as Nathan was "punishing" me at the table for how I'd spoken to him, earlier. Releasing my grip, I put my left wedding ring laden hand on his, tracing my nails, seductively on his.

After a few awkward exchanges and forced conversation with my husband, everyone had finished eating. By then, Nathan was already up and gone upstairs back to his room.

"I'm glad Nathan is chipping in," Phil told me, as we were clearing the table. "I'm really trying to understand him and be more patient since I know he doesn't talk a lot to me."

"Honey," I followed, "He's been really helping me, which has alleviated a lot of undue stress I've been dealing with, lately." As I said that, I felt a twinge in my nether regions.

"Well that's good. If he argues with you, I'll have a talk with him," Phil added.

Assuring him that my brother was doing as I asked, he said no more.

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When Phil and I were watching NetFlix, Nathan came downstairs. As he sat next to me, Phil looked at him.

"Hey nice to have you join us," he said, legitimately trying to sound content.

"Yea," Nathan said curtly. "I need to talk to my sister," Nathan said. "Privately."

Trying to read his face, I knew it was about us. "Honey, I'll be right back," I told Phil.

Nodding, he re-focused his attention on the television. Going into the kitchen, I was just about to speak when he took my hand and led me to the stairwell.

"Nathan!" I quietly screeched. "What's so interrupt that we can't talk here? Phil's focused on his show."

"That's why we're going upstairs, Morg." The lust on his face, telling.

"Nathan, no," I quietly stated, trying to halt our advancement.

The way he looked at me, I relented, allowing gim to lead. Reaching his bedroom, we walked in. Pushing me agsinst the wall shocked me.

"Nathan!" I exclaimed, a little louder than I hoped. "Phil is downstairs!"

Fumbling with his short,, he freed his fully hard dick from its' confines. Afterward he tugged at my nylons and began a downward movement. Helping him, I took my pantyhose down to my hips.

"Nathan pl.." I tried saying, before I felt it.

"Ohhhhh!" I yelped, feeling his length fully impale me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Starting to pump me with a purpose, I could only hold on. Resting my head, limply, on his shoulder, I rested my hands in his shoulders, soon running my fingers along his neck and his head.

"Damn.. it," I quietly pleaded, as the thumping of my body against the wall became concerning. "On.. the.. floor.. Na.. Nathan," I stated.

Lying me on the floor, he re-mounted me. Reaching for the door, he turned the lock, thus preventing my husband from unintentionally walking in. Turning on his music, he was prepared enough to understand the ramifications of his actions.

"Hurry," I panted," as he placed his body fully on me. Wrapping my legs around him, I also reached my hands up and under him, draping my hands and fingers over his shoulders. As he lowered his head next to mine, I lustfully whispered, "Fuck me, Nathan. Just hurry."

Again, pushing his length into me, in one fell swoop, he raised himself just a little as he began pumping me. Without a second thought, his hips started moving. First, systematically giving me long, teasing stokes. Then it became mote frantic. Shorter, slammming his hips chaotically into mine, desperate to pump a 4th load into me today. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" I seductively moaned, trying to quell the noise with his shoulder. "Yes! oh baby.. yesss!" I hissed.

After about 5 minutes, he bellowed, "I'm gonna cum, Morg." Pumping intently a few more times, his climax peaked, "Ahhhhhhh," he huffed, locking our bodies together.

As I looked up at the ceiling, the carpeting underneath me cloaking my body, I felt wave after wave of his spend, coating my tunnel. Feeling it fill my pussy to the brim, the shame that hit me, knowing my kids were asleep next door, and my husband, downstsirs, watching TV, I just lie there as he filled me, awaiting his conclusion.

Soon enough, his hips stopped and he rested on me, our bodies, sweaty from the franticness of our fucking. Deserate to control out breathing, I ran my fingers along his sides, as the high we were on, subsided.

"Holy shit, Morgan," he stated, his voice muffled in my neck.

As I was about to ask him to get off me, so I could fix myself up and rejoin Phil downstairs, disaster almost struck.

"KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!! Morgan? Nathan? You guys in here?

Lying there, with my legs still up in the air and my brother, still, balls deep inside me, my eyes grew in panic.

"Nathan!" I quietly screeched in his ear.