Double Life Ch. 02

THIS IS CHAPTER 2. PLEASE ENJOY.

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"Morgan? Nathan? Are you two in here?"

Lying 10 feet from the bedroom down, Nathan was still buried to the hilt in me. Not yet, quite satisfied, I still felt frequent small jabs in my quim, a sign my brother hadn't fully emptied his balls. The suddenness of realizing my husband is on the other side of that door in the hallway of our townhome, has brought me back to reality.

Still trying to catch our breath after the frantic fucking I was given, I answered my husband's knock delicately

"Yes.. we're.. we're in here," I calmly tried saying fearful he'll notice my laboring inhalations. "Nathan and I.. are just talking."

Above me, Nathan had pushed himself up off me, his hands flat on the carpet. Still in me, I now had my hands resting on his shoulders with my nylon clad legs still pointing upward. My robe, untied, was still on me and my nightgown, was pushed over my waist. My wedding ring, still on my finger, immediately brought shame, with my own husband literally feet from us. My breasts were reddened from my brother lying on top of me as we fucked.

"Well, the movies over. Because you did not come back downstairs, I kind of figured that. I'm going to bed. The house is locked up."

Quickly, I replied, "Oh.. Okay honey. We're almost done here."

As the sound of the footsteps lessened, I re-focused on Nathan. "I need you to get off me, Nathan," I, still, quietly stated, thoroughly disgusted with the situation.

Pulling out of me, the pool of cum that tried to escape, had thoroughly coated my cavern. Reaching my hand out, he took it, thus helping me to stand. Using the door to balance on my wobbly legs, droplets of semen landed on the carpet. Unable to pull my attention from the wall mirror, the sight of me, messy hair, sweaty, exhausted, shame-filled, and my left hand pressing my brothers shirt against my opening, trying not to allow more seen on the carpet was the momentary issue.

While we were fixing ourselves, the heavy breathing was abating, but the silence of the room was stifling. Looking at Nathan, the contentment, smugly strewn on his face, I had finished clasping my bra over my sore tits, and zipping my robe.

"I'd.. I'd better go," I faintly stated. Waiting on a response, to which I never received, I exited his room. Closing the door behind me, I took a deep sigh, then checked on my kids, asleep in their bedrooms. Satisfied with what I saw, I proceeded to my bedroom.

Entering, it was dark. Aside from the moonlight trying to disturb the darkness, I hurried to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I felt it all plop into the water. Alone, in my bathroom, I was truly getting worried. The fact my brother has been fucking me bareback, means I am flirting with a conceptive disaster. Taking my destroyed hosiery off of my legs, I placed them and Nathan's shirt deep into the laundrt bin. Shortly after cleaning my lady parts, I joined my husband in bed. Turned away on his side, I lie there, looking up the ceiling, the pulsating deep within me, a reminder of my sordid, one-sided affair I was having.

"What have I gotten myself into," I thought to myself.

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The next morning, as I was starting to prepare breakfast for Phil and my kids, the ache I was feeling, not only in my nether regions but also my lower back, from laying on the carpeted floor, was noticeable.

Earlier, when Phil had went to shower, I had donned a new pair of sun beige colored pantyhose under my pajama bottoms. Also, a white lace bra covered my tits, snug under a knee length, white cotton dress with buttons down the front. Covered by a big sweater, I had to be mindful of my movements as the portion of the dress I'd tucked into my pajama bottoms would give away my hidden secret if it came free from under the waistband of my PJ's.

Since Phil was upstairs, I proceeded to feed Kara and Kyle before I made him breakfast. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text notification. Quickly retrieving my phone, I opened it and saw it was from Nathan.

"Hurry up sis," The text began. "I want that pussy... IN YOUR BED."

Aghast at his impudence, like I always am, I quickly responded, "I can't hurry. He leaves when he leaves." The pangs of aggravation, now building, I was upset at just how crass my little brother over these past months.

What started as a few quick pumps in me and then he'd prematurely ejaculate into a condom, has become hours and hours of him between my legs, enjoying the 'fruits of my labor'. But what's worse is just how calculated he has become. Pushing the envelope, he purposely toes the line, knowing my husband is home. Last night culminated in him actually fucking me in our guest bedroom, where he stays when he's here.

"I still have to get the kids ready to. I can only do so much," I continued, basically pleading with him to understand.

Quickly deleting the evidence I'd already sent, I tucked my phone away in my pocket and finished making my husband breakfast.

45 minutes later, Phil and I had walked outside to our narrow driveway of our townhome. Him with Kyle, and me, with Kara. Once our children were secure in their car seats, I walked over and shamlessly kissed Phil's cheek woth the same mouth that will soon be wrapped around my 19-year old brothers' battering ram.

"I'll text you when I'm leave the office," Phil reminded me, a twinge of guilt laced in me.

"Alright, I'll see you later," I nervously replied, aware that in a few minutes, Nathan and me will be in the throes of intimacy.

Standing of to the side, just before going to the front door, I watched as the car began backing out. Exchanging air kisses with my daughter, my thoughts were squarely on what was awaiting me upstairs. As Phil drove away, I walked back into the house.

Removing the sweater and my pajama bottoms, I dropped them off at the laundry room. After smoothing out my dress, I sighed, making my upstairs. Waiting for me in my bedroom, the same linens and quilt Phil and I just slept under last night, still on my bed, Nathan nodded his head toward my bed. Understanding the meaning, I retrieved my white high heels, stepped into them, unbuttoned my dress so my bra was seen, then I pushed a nail through the gusset area of my hosiery, promoting easier access for Nathan.

As I lie on my bed, now with a large towel centered under me, I turned my head to the window. Ashamed, I always have a difficult time initially looking at my brother crawl onto the bed and get between my legs. Sensing movement, I then felt two hands touching my legs.

"Damn Morg," the lust, seductively oozing from his lips. "You have some great fuckin' legs." Not able to look his direction yet, I quietly acknowledged his compliment, before I felt him scooch over my torso. Sensing his presence, I learned he was literally straddling my upper body, his penis, hard and 2 inches from my face.

"Suck it Morg," He ordered, "Pull that first load out of me, so I can fuck you the rest of the day."

Doing as he said, I took hold of penis, the same penis caving my insides in at time, for the past 9 months, and stroked it a few times. Licking up its' curved length, I knew what was expected of me. Making my way up to its' head, purple and angry, I didn't waste time, engulfing as much of him that I could.

"Shit Morg," Nathan exclaimed, seeing just the top of my head. As I sucked, little did we know, a monkeywrench would soon be appearing.

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"Oh Na.. Nathan.. fuck me..," I moaned, the lust in my voice filling the air. Hearing the headboard steadily beating the wall, My little. brother was enjoying the spoils of his labor.

Not hearing a car pullup into the driveway, we continued our, daily, incestuous activities. Usually, we're cognizant of any activity outside my window, as my bed sits just to the left of the window, overlooking my driveway. Today, however, we were focused on each other.

Behind me, Nathan was pumping frantically, while he had my head, turned to its' side, pushed into the pillow. His other hand, wrapped, under my torso, was busy playing with my breasts damgling under me from his thrusts. My dress I'd had on under my Pj's was now lying on the floor, a cum stain soaking into its' fabric.

"Oh Nathan," my words, muffled from the pillow.

"Fuck, sis," he grunted, panting behind me. "Fuck yeah."

Barely 45 minutes since my husband and the kids left, the sweat and stench in the bedroom, took front and center. Paying no attention to our surroundings, I was, now, in ecstasy. Feeling his length pummeling my insides, one side of me didn't want him yo stop, while the other side was filled was disgust and shame.

"Yes.. yes.. yes.. har.. harder.. oh baby.. fuck me.," The pitifuless in my demeanor prevalent. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh Nathan!"

Exhausted, as we've fucked every day he's been here, my legs wanted to give out. Looking left, I caught our reflection, him behind me, my nylons at my hips, my white heels snug on my feet, my wedding ring, glistening from the early morning sunlight filtering in, and my hair draped over my face, and my 19 year old brother plundering my cunt.

Without warning, disaster struck.

"Hearing the door shut downstairs, I heard my husbands voice. "Morgan! you here!"

Literally throwing myself forward, I pulled off of Nathan's glistening dick, coated with 45 minutes of white, gooey substances elicited from both of our secretions.

"I'm.. I'm up here!" I said, now frantic.

Hearing his foot touch the bottom step, I was desperate to stop him.

"I'll be down in a second, honey," I shouted.

"Ok, just forgot my broefcase," he stated.

Hearing him no longer ascending the stairs, I kicked my high heels off and pushed them under the bed.

"Get to your room," I quietly, but forcefully said. Still on his knees, hard as a rock, a smirk sat on his face. "Nathan.. Go!" I gulped, pleadingly pointing to the door.

"We ain't done," he pointed out, picking up his shorts and underwear off the floor.

Wearily, I nodded, "I know, please. I'll get rid of him." Seeing him leave, I grabbed my robe. Quickly spritzing my body with my perfume, I cinched my robe, desperate to hide the long run down the inner thigh of my nylons. Making my way downstairs, I knew Phil would look at me questioningly. Feeling the pulsations deep in me, I found myself holding on to the railing. Once I reached the foyer, Nathan came out of his den, briefcase in hand.

"Hey," I said, in a flat voice.

"Forgot this!" He exclaimed, holding it up.

"Oh," I commented, letting a delayed chuckle. "You startled me," I admitted, scared to death as I stood there.

Looking me up and down, I noticed his eyes furrow. "I just finished showering. Remember the brunch I told you Jen and I had planned today?" I'd said, not telling him she had cancelled 2 days earlier.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," bonking his hand on his forehead.

"I'm trying to finish the kitchen before I leave, so I'm out of breath from rushing," Looking anywhere but Phil.

"Where's Nathan," Phil quipped, confused.

"Asleep," I stated, with condescension. "Where else?"

"Morg, I thought we had...," Phil began, before I cut him off.

"I know Phil! Damn it!" I shouted, exaspersted. "He's 19, he sleeps a lot. But he helps with what I ask him to."

"Morgan I.." Phil chimed in, but cutting him off again, I needed him gone.

"Honey, you're already late," I'd said, in a calm manner. "You always come home to a clean house, and dinner on the table. Don't worry about Nathan. He doesn't argue with me, anymore, when I ask him to do things. Now go," I said, pushing him to the door.

"Alright, Alright," Phil said chuckling. "Have fun with Jen. Don't forget to get the kids by 3." Going in for a kiss, I turned my head at the last minute, Phil's peck missing its' intended target.

"Love you!" I shouted, as the doorknob clicked shut.

Slumping against the front door, I let out a dramatic sign, knowing just how close we were to being found out.

"Morg," I hear, looking up at the top of the steps. "I haven't cum," the indifference in Nathan's voice. Understanding my dilemma I've been locked under over these last few months, I went back to my bedroom. Getting back on the back in doggie style, I took my nylons to hips, he mounted me from behind, letting him finish inside me.

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Sitting at our dinner table, the air was tense. Hearing the clanking of our forks periodically, the silence was deafening. Not an hour earlier, Nathan was pumping another load deep within my exhausted, sore body. Quickly taking a shower, I was grateful the kids napped after I picked them up prior.

"Corporate is sending me to New York for a week," Phil started. Noticing Nathan's eyes rise, I knew what my brother was thinking.

"When?" I asked, curiosity settling in.

"I'm leaving Sunday night," Phil said, deep in thought.

"Oh thst's the day before daddy comes back from Europe," I'd remind him.

"So that gives us my final day here, to hang out," Nathan immediately cut in. Looking uncomfortable, I glanced at my brother, a shit-eating grin attached to his face. "Can we go to the coast for the day," My brother then asked.

Speechless, I saw Nathan nodding his head in agreement, already realize what that evening would bring. "Umm yeah," I responded, "The kids might like that," unsure of my own answer.

"Beach! Beach!" My daughter shouts out. "Uncle Nafin, we go to the beach!," the joy bubbling out in excitement.

Indifferent, he just answered her simply with, "Yup, kiddo."

Later, in bed, Phil rolled on me. "Honey," I said, sore from the onslaught Nathan lay on me, "I'm exhausted."

Looking down at me, my hands by my side, I could see how down he was. "Go.. go ahead," I tiredly motioned, removing my panties. Seeing my legs bare, he mentioned, "You usually wear nylons to bed, what gives?"

"I.. I don't know. Just didn't want to," unable to meet his eyes. Just make live to me, Phil.

5 minutes later, as I lie under him and my hands sat on his shoulders, I felt him tense up. "I'm cumming Morg," he alerted me. Not as explosive as Nathan or my fathers, I still felt him empty his contents into me. Pulling out of me, I gave him a weak smile.

"I needed that," He mentioned, a light bit of sweat on his forehead.

"I'm glad you relieved yourself," I mewled, running my hand through his chest. "I.. I.. need to use the bathroom," I said, the disgust filling my thoughts.

Sitting on the toilet, a whirlwind of regret suddenly hit me. "3 men.. I'm sleeping with 3 men," my shame, at the forefront. By the time I finished and came from the bathroom, Phil was sound asleep. Joining him, I turned to my side and silently cried myself to sleep.

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Part 3 is in the works.