The Biggest of Dicks

Author's note: This one has some grief in it. It's not necessarily as immediately fun as the title suggests, though I wouldn't call this a sad story. Shout out to Rin_tin10 for the challenge, though. I tried to have an imagination about Dick size in this one.

***

Dicks are funny things. Guys treat them as if their value is directly proportional to their size, and girls do, too, to a lesser extent. They think that if they have a big cock, they can just wag it around and cruise their way through life. Pussy will open up to them with joy, and they can plow away while lesser men do things like work, hold conversations, and stay in shape.

I blame porn. And Literotica.

But, see, I'm a mom. I've had the biggest possible object force its way OUT of me and then that cute little motherfucker had the gall to scream at me for milk, from the tit that his father wouldn't get to enjoy again for months. And then, just a few months later, never again.

So when guys come on to me, promising me that THEIR cock is big enough for me, to satisfy my needs, I just wonder... are they imagining they're fucking a literal baby into me? Is that the end goal of all this? To have a dick so big that fucking me is like giving birth with each thrust?

Fuck you, and I don't mean that in the sexy way. If you think your dick should be 12" and as big as my forearm (or, God forbid, yours!) to satisfy a woman, you have no idea what you're talking about. My husband made me weep with that dick, and it crossed the threshold into 6" maybe twice; first when I offered him the booty, and then when I told him how much of a fucking MAN he was for knocking me up, on purpose, first try. I'm just guessing, here, I didn't stop to measure the guy at the time; all I'm saying is that he was extremely hard in those moments. Yet, he was tender and passionate, he filled me in ways that my mind couldn't encapsulate in words; he was a pervert who made me love the wonderful things he did to me; he was a beast and bred me like a goddamn slut on the day my son was conceived. His modest dick was what I needed at any given moment, and that fucker could deliver with joy. I screamed a thousand times on that beautiful average dick.

What, I beg you, please tell me, what more could I possibly ask for?

Also, fuck people who drive 18-wheelers while on meth. My Jeffrey was gone in a second, and I never got to say anything close to goodbye.

Three years later, I had to fucking date. Not for me, not for my son, but for my mom, begging me, demanding of me to move on from the man who made me whole, and was ripped from me.

Hey. If you ever do that to someone who is grieving, even years later... fuuuuccckkkk you.

Okay, I'm good now. Probably.

So there I sat, on my... ninth date in three months? I dunno. None of them lasted past the first, and none of them got between my legs. Some of them were nice guys that I couldn't stand to string along, some fucked off when they found out about my 3-year-old (it's on my dating profile, I don't know what they're expecting here), and some were aggressive in their assertion they they were the key to this 27 year old mom's ails. They would provide for me, so I could stop working and just take care of my son and (presumably) the other babies they wanted to fuck into me with what they promised was the world's greatest dick. They didn't like it when I laughed at them.

"So yeah, I'm really just looking for a girl who will be there with a smile when I get home, make dinner, care for the kids, the whole thing. Call it a little traditional, but it's my dream," Blake was saying. Or was it Carl? No, Carl was an asshole, this guy was just delulu. Eh, maybe that was harsh, he had a dream. But that dream hid some shit.

"And what does she get out of this situation?" I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

James frowned. Fuck, no this was still Blake, James was tomorrow. "Well, kids, a man who will take care of her, a good life." He shrugged. Not a prick, don't let the vitriol fly.

"And do you imagine that's her whole world? You and the kids?"

"I... hadn't thought about that. No, she should have her own life, friends. Why?"

I shrugged, "I'm a mom. It's very lonely sometimes. Most times. My son is barely able to make sentences work, and I don't have much help from my family or friends. Friends are hard to keep around with kids. I'm just... aware of the realities of the family scenario you're talking about."

"Hmm. So what are you looking for?"

"Not a lot. A shoulder to share the burden. A friend at night, when it's too quiet."

"And a good sex life?" He asked with a grin he probably thought was charming. It wasn't NOT charming.

"Ehh. Not a priority. Sorry, I'm just trying to be honest."

"Jeez, who hurt you?"

"Truck driver who killed my husband. Fuck that guy." I took a drink of my sparkling water as if it would help, like I knew tequila would. I didn't drink, because I knew it would help.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear about that. You didn't list yourself as a widow on your profile."

"Hmm, no. It's on there, I guarantee it." I made eye contact and let him just stew in the fact that he hadn't fucking checked.

We'll just say the date didn't go well from there. It got really awkward and I got my food to go, split checks. I texted the guy I was supposed to go out with tomorrow, James, and told him I needed to reschedule. Thumbs up emoji, cool.

I'll admit I was being a tad cunty. I wasn't being super nice, not really trying to be. But that was part of who I was; it wasn't a new addition from my husband's death. My mom called me acerbic. I called her a Karen, though her name was Mavis.

Oh! Names! Mine is Jessica, Jess is what I usually go by. Hello!

"Addie, I'm home," I called quietly as I got in the door. Addison, the babysitter, wandered around the corner, gave me a tight smile, and was ready to leave in moments. "Connor give you any trouble?"

"No, ma'am." I paid her. "Thank you, ma'am." She nodded and left.

Real professional, that one. Good babysitters were tough to come by, and she was a new addition to the roster that I thought would work on a more consistent basis. She played with Connor just fine, but once off the clock there was no excess chatter. It was nice, though it highlighted the quiet, left my ears ringing.

I checked on my son, he was sleeping soundly in his crib, tucked in perfectly as always when I hired Addie. I once more wondered when I could switch him to a real bed, but I wasn't ready for that kind of fight with the sweet little guy.

My heels clicked on the hardwood, and I kicked them off by the door, to be dealt with later. Connor's toys were neatly tucked away in the toy bin, and I wanted to cry in relief. Getting home from a long day at work followed by a date with some lunkhead just to pick up after my son just didn't appeal to me. I opened the payment app and sent Addie a tip for cleaning up.

Knock, knock.

I was just sitting down to eat my cold to-go food when there was a knock at my door.

Knocking is intimate, don't you think? If they don't know you, they ring the doorbell. My doorbell worked fine, the camera on it would be showing me who was knocking if I hadn't left my phone in the other room. So they must know me, or... they were the feds. They seemed like they would knock, though they had no reason to visit me. Doorbells are too cheerful for feds to use them.

I stood on tiptoe to peek through the peephole, and all I could see was a whole lot of... camo?

Oh boy.

I immediately opened the door, and a very non-acerbic squeak of happiness fell out of my face as my brother swept me into a big hug.

"Diiiicckkkk I can't breathe!" I whined, doing very, very little to try to get out of the hug. He felt wonderful, and I was DYING for intimacy of some kind.

He released me, holding me at arms length so he could look at me. "Jess, you look great!"

"Thanks, Dick. You look like a wall of meat that was trying to hide in the jungle."

He laughed, "Close enough. Can you call me Rich, please? I'm so sick of Dick."

"Yeah, I guess the army is a sausage factory, I would be sick of dick, too!" I said with a laugh of my own. Dick, or rather Rich as he preferred to be called, rolled his eyes and I noticed the duffel bag by his feet. "Rich, what are you doing here?"

"Mom somehow scheduled a big remodel at the same time I was discharged." He looked at me skeptically. No shot of that being an accident, the discharge date was well known, though I thought she would've liked spending time with him now that he was discharged. "I barely had time to drop by and say hi before she was telling me I couldn't stay there."

"Is she here? Did she drop you off?" I looked for her Land Rover, no sign of it anywhere.

"No, I walked. Only three miles, no biggie." He shrugged. Only three fucking miles on a warm summer night. Ugh. My boobs were sweating just thinking about it. How could she not drive him? "Can I come in?"

"To be clear, you're asking for a place to stay?"

"If that's alright? You have this big house, and just the two of you..."

"Please! PLEASE stay as long as you want. I would commit murder to get some willing help around here," my stomach was doing giddy backflips.

Rich grinned, "Hell yeah. Thank you so much, Jess!"

"Of course!" I said, guiding him into the house. He took his boots off without a word, like a civilized person, leaving them and his socks by my high heels. "Sorry I wasn't there to see you when you got home, I was planning to spend all day at Mom's tomorrow so we could catch up. She didn't tell me about any remodel, the cunt." I looked at my food on the table. "Did you eat?"

"No. What you got?"

"Not enough, but we can do a bang bang?" I grinned, using Jeffrey's term for eating at two restaurants back to back, usually small meals. I opened a food delivery app.

Rich swallowed hard, bright blue eyes reflecting the pain I felt, "Sounds good."

Stupid, Jess.

"I haven't exactly seen you much, since... Connor was born." Jeffrey died months later, but I didn't need to point that out.

"Yeah," he croaked. "Just here and there." He had gotten leave right after my husband died, and it had all been such a blur, and he seemed to avoid me a little on his few breaks since. Still, he was home, and it felt like he had never left.

"You made it through okay?" I asked.

He sighed, "Yeah. I mean, I basically lost a brother. But that's nothing compared to..." he gestured at me.

"Hey, that's not fair. My therapist has been saying that everyone's grief is fair and valid. I might have been closest to him, but you were a close second. I imagine being in the army didn't give you a ton of time to process your feelings. What I'm saying is that I'm here, I guess." I clicked the order button on far too many tacos. "Feel free to munch on the food on the table. It'll taste like Blake to me." I stuck out my tongue.

"Who's Blake?" He prompted, lifting his huge self off my couch to snag the cold chicken Parmesan.

"There is no Blake in Ba Sing Se," I replied, and Rich burst out laughing at the reference from the show we watched a thousand times together. I couldn't hide my smile. I felt so light, like I could dance on clouds. Hope felt amazing.

"That bad, huh?" He was shoveling food in his mouth with the efficiency of a boot camp grunt on a time crunch.

I scoffed, "He didn't read my dating profile, was surprised to find that the young blonde mom he was hoping to date was also a fucking widow."

"Jeez. Fuck that guy."

"Right in the butt."

We were quiet for a bit. I tried not to grin whenever I looked at my little brother. Please, stay, Rich.

"So, what are your prospects looking like?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Got a ton of cash but no employment. Maybe some trauma. Can I be here for like, a month?"

"No," I shook my head, and his face fell. "Minimum of a year."

He lit up, "I can pay! Some. I'm not loaded or anything, but..."

"No. The house is paid off, I have all the money I need, with the life insurance and my job and... Please, I..." I found myself blinking away tears. Lame! Manipulative on accident, and lame! I felt scary cracks appear inside me, and I scrambled to finish what I was saying. "I just need someone I can trust to be just... here. It's been so fucking quiet since... and Mom isn't a real person, and Connor is just a baby..."

Rich pulled me into his arms and shushed me with the same gentle sounds he'd used on baby Connor, and I fucking sobbed. Like I haven't since I learned I was suddenly a single mom. My little brother, dressed in his uniform and looking dapper as hell, comforted me as all the compartmentalization and barriers and walls just shattered. They fucking melted as my tired self finally gave out after three years of grief and raising my son by myself while holding down a full time job in goddamn America, where mothers can go die in a fucking fire before they are allowed time off.

I think he might've cried, too, which made sense. He and Jeffrey were best friends his whole life, and Jeffrey had pursued me with his blessing. I got shit for dating a guy more than a year younger than me, but he was mine and he was perfect. We got married when I was 21, and it was only a few years later that he left us, when he was only 23 and I was 24. Now I was 27, Rich was 26, and we were both without the guy who meant so much to us.

I cried long enough for my phone to chirp at me that the thousand pounds of tacos I ordered had arrived. Cool. I could eat a cow right now, and I ordered enough for it to be a full cow. I sniffled and wiped my face, sucking the emotions back down and crossing to the door without a word.

"Jesus, sis, how much did you order?" Rich asked as I pulled in the bags.

"Enough for tomorrow, too. I think it was like 25 tacos?" I shrugged helplessly.

We ate, and then sleep was calling to me, but sleeping on a full stomach was bad.

"Where am I sleeping?" Rich asked.

So we went through that whole thing, and he was situated in the guest bedroom in no time.

"How do you just lay down on a full stomach?" I asked.

"Well first you get a full stomach, and then you lay down. And then you're done."

I snorted a laugh. "Can I... join you? I'm not doing so well."

"After you brush your teeth, yeah. You got beef breath, I can smell it from here." His eyes danced with mischief.

I laughed and complied, changing into a pair of comfy shorts and a black shirt and then brushing my teeth.

I spent a few minutes making my hair look cute. I dunno why, I just got hung up on it.

Finally, I returned to find my brother scrolling on his phone, with... glasses on?

"What the fuck are those?" I asked.

"Glasses. Reading glasses specifically." He shrugged, "Got clobbered really good in boot camp, and ever since my eyes don't wanna focus sometimes."

I knelt on the bed next to him and futzed with his hair, surprisingly long for an army guy, but I had it swooshing out of his face soon enough. "Much better. The glasses are cute, but you have to keep the hair out of your eyes to show off those baby blues."

"Show them off to who?"

"Just me for now, I guess." I smiled down at him, holding his gaze for a moment, then watching his eyes drift down... then I leaned down to snuggle into his chest.

God. Damn. I haven't cuddled a single soul other than my baby for three years, and Rich was more than a good cuddler. My skin was tingling with happiness, and I passed right the fuck out.

***

The weekend was spent getting Connor to not be scared of the behemoth in the house. Rich is 6'3" or so and military-jacked, so my little guy was a little frightened. Kids forget people they've met before so quickly. Rich ended up just sitting down in the play room with his eyes closed, not reacting to any of the tears or fears or whatever. Connor eventually approached him out of curiosity, climbing on my brother's legs to reach his eyeballs and forcing his eyelids open with little fingers.

"Mommy eyes," Connor said eventually. I sat down next to Rich with a big smile, and Connor immediately pointed back and forth to our matching eyes.

"That's right, bug!" I exclaimed in my mommy voice, "He's my brother. We have the same mommy and daddy, and that makes our eyes the same." I was impressed with the little guy for noticing. Kids notice the weirdest things. I gave my little man a huge hug. "This is Uncle Rich. He's gonna be here for a while." I smiled at my brother, happy he had agreed to some nebulous amount of time.

"Unca Wish?" Connor repeated. R and L sounds are hard for him.

"Close enough, lil cutie," I told him.

"I not cute!" He said, super seriously, and it made me laugh as it always did. His super serious face turned into a laugh right away. "This daddy." Connor pointed to Rich. He's been watching Peppa Pig and asking about the Daddy Pig, wondering why he doesn't have a daddy.

"Tch. Uncle Rich, okay?" I said, wiping tears from my eyes and cursing that fucking trucker again. Connor should know his dad! Jeffrey had been fucking awesome at it!

"Unca Wish." Connor repeated with a happy smile, and I left them to play, watching from around the corner. Connor insisted on showing my brother every single toy, and Rich reacted with the same fascination to each one.

This might work well, actually. Though dating might suck... I opened my dating app and cancelled that bitch. This was better by miles.

***

Sunday night, after a day of playing with Connor, Rich came and sat beside me on the couch. "So what do you do with him while you're at work?"

"Day care."

"And how is that? Expensive?"

"For me, not really, others struggle for sure. But it's not as personal as I would like." Do not prod. Do not nudge. Do not ask.

"Let me hang out with him tomorrow. I can cook a little, and I'm not squeamish about wiping butts, he made me do it earlier while you were doing the dishes, no biggie. I can handle him."

Yes! Sweet holy Jesus yes! "If you think you can handle it, I'm okay with that."

He grinned, "Awesome. I'll be like a stay at home uncle, least as long as I'm here."

"State mandates that you have to be here at least one year," I lied again.

"Mmm. That damn governor and his bullshit!" Rich said, shaking his fist at the sky with no heat whatsoever.

"So... what do you think of Connor?"

"He's like a lil you... and a lil Jeffrey. I love him," Rich said with a pained smile.

"Tch. C'mere." I hugged my little brother with every muscle I could. "This is really big of you."

"What do you mean?"

"Stepping up and being supportive when Connor and I need it so fucking badly. That's a goddamn manly thing to do. It's big of you," I reiterated.

Rich chuckled, "They used to call me Big Dick in the army. Cuz I'm a big dude, and my name is Richard. This feels much better."

I laughed, "Well, in my book, you're the biggest of Dicks."

***

I got home from work the next day around 4:30, hearing the sound of Connor's shrieking giggle coming from way down the hall. He must be going super loud for me to hear it from here. Walking into the guest bedroom, I found my brother holding my son upside down, suspended by an ankle in a single hand. He was blowing raspberries on the little guy's chest, and Connor was giggling like a fiend. They were both shirtless, and it somehow made dad sense.

Watching my brother's muscular chest flex as he held my son was... interesting.

"What happened to your shirt?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"I got sweaty with this THING crawling all over me, so it had to go." He grinned at the upside down boy, "Then Connor said he had to take his off, and then I had my target!" He blew another raspberry on Connor's exposed belly. Connor could've put his hands in the way to stop him, but he didn't, just giggling instead.

With a roar, Rich flung Connor, almost carelessly, onto the bed nearby, and my heart jumped into my throat. But Connor landed safely on his back, no whiplash or injuries at all. "Again!" Connor shouted.

"No again!" Rich replied. "I need to make food for Mommy!"

"What?" I asked.

"Well yeah. I ate all the tacos for breakfast and lunch. I'm a beefy guy, I need beef. So, to make it up to you, I'll make dinner. Only, I need you to tell me what he eats." He looked down bashfully. "He's eaten almost only bread today, and I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do."

I laughed, cackled at his misery really. I had been through the trial and error wringer with that little boy. "Peanut butter. Add peanut butter and a little honey and he's happy as can be. He also eats rice, there's some basmati in the cabinet, I can walk you through how to make it. Add some beans and you're good. He's a simple lil dude." I smiled fondly at my son and picked him up when he ran over to me, giving him little chomps on his angelic cheeks.

That evening was spent in oddly domestic happiness. My brother cooked spaghetti, wearing just an apron over his shirtless chest. I enjoyed the simple happiness of a household that was actually kinda running for once, and it felt like an iron band was released from around my chest. One of many, but it was a hell of a start.

***

By the time a month had passed, it had been weeks since I'd had to clean up much of anything at all, and dinner was ready for me every night, Rich often grinning at me when I got home, with Connor slung under an arm like a sack of flour. He had started watching cooking channels on YouTube, and the food he was producing got better every day. Even Connor was starting to try new stuff.

At some point in the past week I just fully relaxed, allowing myself to feel kind of happy for the first time since Jeffrey died. I kissed his picture on the mantel, told him I loved him, and that his best friend was doing a good job taking care of me.

But the words I had said to Blake those weeks ago were rattling around in my brain. "Rich? When was the last time you got out of the house?" I asked as he sat on the couch and casually flipped my son over and over.

"I took Connor to the park just today," Rich replied.

"Yeah, but you haven't seen any friends this whole month."

"Neither have you."

"I don't have friends. I have mom groups, and they're all jealous of my live-in army man."

"Well it sounds like we're both unhealthy on the friends front. My friends have mostly moved away." He shrugged. "Six years in the army will do a lot to alienate you from people you thought were close."

"Hmm. Maybe we should all go out."

"We did that twice this week," Rich was looking at me like I had a screw loose.

"Gah, I just want you to not be ONLY in Uncle mode. You need to be a person, too." I knew how isolating it could be to never have significant adult interaction. Not that we didn't hang out, but I was often tired from work and we didn't necessarily get a ton of time to spend together.

"Okay, then hang out with me after the lil man goes to bed. We can get some I-C-E C-R-E-A-M and watch something together." I laughed as he spelled out Connor's trigger word. That little boy had no idea how much we were going to betray him. I resolved to give him just a little bit today.

"I'd like that." My brother smiled at me and the plan was set. In reality, my heart was pounding. It felt like the little dates Jeffrey and I would have after Connor was born. Ice cream and Sex and the City were our go to for snuggly nights in, with our little love bug unconscious in his bassinet. "What do you wanna watch?"

Rich turned those blue eyes my way with an easy smile that gave me butterflies. Whew. Haven't felt those in years. "Terrifier 3 is out..."

The butterflies pulled out handguns and shot themselves. I glared at him, "No."

His eyes widened and he held up his hands in a panic, "Joking! It was a joke! I wouldn't mind starting a new show with you or something. Something nice." He grimaced, "I don't have it in me to watch horror much anymore."

"Was the army that bad?" I asked quietly.

"Flying drones can get..." he didn't finish, and he wouldn't meet my eyes.

I scrambled over to him on the couch and hugged his head to my chest. "Shh, it's okay. Well, I dunno if it's okay, but I'm here. I'm not gonna judge you for anything you did." He squeezed me with those big arms and wouldn't let go.

***

That night, with Connor asleep, we snuggled up in my bedroom with a pint of ice cream each, though much sharing was to be done. I took a deep breath, "Have you ever watched Sex and the City?" He shook his head. "It's what me and Jeffrey used to watch on nights like this, and... it's what I want to watch right now."

I didn't mention that, to me, this felt like a parent date, but I had put all the pieces there for him to pick up. He had been my rock for this past month, and we had shared some strange little intimacies, like brushing teeth next to each other, or inside jokes about the kid we were raising together. This felt like that, but... more.

"That sounds good to me," he said with a shrug that shoved me aside a little bit, as close as we were sitting. "Sorry.'

I laughed and started the show on the weird pilot episode. Carrie's hair was brown! What were they thinking? Still, we laughed through the show, enjoying a little bit of closeness in the middle of the chaos that was life.

"That was good, Jess," Rich said with a smile as the show ended.

"It gets better!" I insisted, stealing a bite of his ice cream. "That was just the pilot."

So we watched another, and Rich wanted to try my ice cream, so we accidentally swapped both pints and spoons, and now I was eating from a utensil my brother had been using moments ago. So weirdly intimate, and I found myself squirming.

"You okay, sis?" Rich asked quietly as my hip bumped his yet again.

"Yeah, just can't get comfy," I replied. This weird itch was bothering me, but it wasn't in a place I could scratch with my brother around. "Ugh. Gotta pee," I excused myself, dashing my big shorts-covered booty to the bathroom to scratch the weird quasi-itch.

But, see, you already know what that itch was. I hadn't experienced any kind of real arousal since my husband died, not really. Clamped that shit down. So I wasn't expecting it to pop up right now, of all times.

When I finished peeing and went to wipe, I was ASTOUNDED at how wet I was. Not only was this the first time I'd been wet that I could recall, but I was extraordinarily wet even compared to those times where I was sexually active, and I was realizing I was fucking horny, too. And all that for my brother. I peeked at him through the crack in the door. He had put on his glasses again, making sure to sweep the hair from his eyes, and was probably on Tumblr like an old person. He wore just a tanktop and shorts and he looked adorable. I could admit that to myself.

"Jeffrey, what do I do?" I quietly asked. But of course the bastard couldn't answer me. His ashes were stuck in a little vial next to his picture on my mantel. Just a pinch, really, the rest had been spread over a quiet state park trail where that dirty freak had made me cum in public. Nobody was around, and that had been the whole point. He had fucked me there, finally getting me to admit I liked what he did to me, the dirty ways his mind worked. And so that's where I spread his ashes. Where he had been most victorious. That had led to me admitting I fantasized about him breeding me, and... now there was a little Connor in the world.

But I kept just a little bit of those ashes, and that little bit was frustratingly silent right now. "I'll give YOU a pinch, you fucking... cutie..." I grumped at the image of that vial of ashes in my head. But I had now been in the bathroom a while, I needed to return lest my brother think I was doing something horrible.

Like a re-wipe.

Suppressing a shudder of the purest horror, I crawled back into bed with my little brother and all his muscles. But, see, now my brain was fully working again, and it was like color returning to the world, but all the color was applied directly to my clit. If that makes any goddamn sense.

His leg touched mine, and it was delicious and full of sensation. Rich did a kind of hip bump when I sat down, his way of saying hi, and the jolts from that innocuous motion somehow had my heart rate spiking. We swapped ice cream (and spit, motherfucker!) again, and I had to stop myself from licking the spoon like a cock. Not to get his attention, but because I love to suck cock.

Gaaaahhhhhhh I wanna suck his cooooccckk.

Is this really all it took for me to get over my husband? A month with a trustworthy guy, incest be damned?

No. I wasn't over him. I just had urges, and I had tools to deal with those urges. This was no big deal. Though...

A little part of my brain admitted that I really wanted to be over Jeffrey. Or just, okay without him? It really hurt to say that, but it was true. He wasn't coming back, and I needed to be okay. Jeffrey would want that.

Anyway. We watched the second episode of Sex and the City, and it was another quiet intimacy that I loved. He laughed at the jokes, got invested in the characters. And the second it was done, I banished him from my room, claiming the need for sleep.

Instead of that nonsense, I turned to my closet, and the neglected box on the top shelf. Inside that box was a hilarious array of toys. Jeffrey was a dirty boy, and I couldn't name a type of toy he hadn't bought me.

Skipping over the plugs and dildos, I pulled out a suction cup vibrator. I dove into bed to give myself my first orgasm in three years... only the damn thing had lost its charge. Hopefully, anyway. Hopefully it wasn't fully dead.

After checking ALL the vibrators and finding no love, I turned to the ever reliable dildos. There were three of them, the largest being ridiculous and immediately ignored. It had mostly been a joke, though Jeffrey had worked it into me once out of curiosity. Hated it. Not for me. The other two were like old friends, and the sexy little freak I had married liked to fuck me with one while he ate me out, usually in his recharge period after he came. I grabbed the one he lovingly called "the pussy one" and some water based lube. After a bit of cleaning (and a detour to set three of the vibrators on their chargers) I got to work.

This isn't the fully sexy part of the story yet, relax. I masturbated. It was fine.

Okay, maybe I screamed my lungs out into a pillow, using that dildo to fuck myself while my other hand diddled my clit. Maybe I fluctuated back and forth between memories of Jeffrey fucking me with his wonderful cock, memories of him fucking me with this specific dildo (sometimes with "the butt one" in use at the same time), and naughty, delicious fantasies of what my goddamn brother would do with it. Or with his cock. I fantasized about my muscular little brother's cock. Fuck!

Maybe my naked ass was pointed up in the air as I did it, facing the door. Maybe I had unlocked that fucking door in a sudden burst of naughtiness, turning on some music so my brother wouldn't hear me moan and also so I wouldn't be able to hear the door open, if it did open. He could've been watching me, but with my music on and my face in the pillow as I came on that dildo, I would never know.

Maybe it made me cum harder. Maybe I finally felt dirty again, and it felt amazing.

So sue me. Or don't, I'm a lawyer.

***

The next morning I was struggling to hide my panic. Was I imagining the tension? Fuck, had he actually opened the door? This could be catastrophic. He was making eye contact!

Rich frowned, "You okay, sis?"

"Hnnngh."

The little ball of giggles that was my son came streaking by, and I do mean streaking, having lost every article of clothing somewhere. That started a scavenger hunt, as he had learned about them from a TV show and decided he needed to hide his clothes around the house. Rich laughed happily and started hunting, while I just watched the two dudes be dudes.

"You found them, Daddy!" Connor laughed, hugging Rich even though he hadn't gotten dressed yet.

My throat closed up right away. My son deserved to have a daddy, and Rich was awesome at it, and had expressed his desire to be here as long as I would let him. When my brother looked to me, a question in his eyes, I just shrugged. "S'okay."

"Really?"

"If you want him to call you that, if you're okay with it, then I am. This is your home, as long as you ever want to be here, and you're the only man he's ever known like that." I caressed Jeffrey's picture on the mantel, smiling at the two men I adored.

Rich turned back to Connor, "Daddy's gonna get you dressed, bug."

"Okay!"

The tension forgotten, I slumped at the table and watched them play for the hundredth time. Before long, I got down there with them and squashed my (our? kinda?) son between us in a double hug with many tickles. The kid was gonna be spoiled from all the attention, I could tell.

Later, I was looking at my phone while the boys napped together, when it buzzed.

'Jessica, when are you going to start dating again? It's been a month!' My mom asked.

'Don't need to. Rich is helping out around the house, I see my friends sometimes, I'm happy.'

'He needs to start dating, too. Don't even get me started.' she replied.

'I want to set you both up on dates.' She sent again.

'My friend's daughter is single, she's a phlebotomist.' Mom again.

'Jenny's son has a friend who's single, too. He's in sales.'

'Be free this Friday, both of you.'

Have you ever texted that person who sends so many texts you can't respond to even one of them? This was that.

'Can't we just come over to see the remodel instead? Connor is asking about Grandma.'

'No. Come over Saturday.'

Bitch, I do not need you in my life.

Ugh. She hadn't supported me in any way as soon as I got to college, hadn't approved of Jeffrey, and was maybe a little cold to Connor. But she was a steamroller. I found myself mentally picking out my outfit for Friday. Ewww a sales guy.

"Hey Rich," I said as my shirtless little brother wandered out of the play room, yawning and groggy. "How's the lil guy?"

"Sleeping on the rug."

"Wasn't he sleeping on your back while you were laying on the rug?" He nodded. "How the fuck did you transfer him without waking him up?"

He wiggled his fingers, "Magic!" Those blue eyes locked on mine playfully, and I felt that little rush in my belly.

"Hey, so mom is setting us up on Friday. You get a phlebotomist and I get a sales guy."

He gave me an odd look (displeased, maybe?), then pulled out his phone. In a group text to my mom and me, he said:

'You get one blind date. Make it count, mom.'

Three dots, she was writing. Pause. Long pause. Really long pause.

'Understood.'

And just like that, a boundary was set with my mother. I bowed deeply, hand on fist presented before him like some kung fu movie. "Master, I beg you to teach me your ways!"

He laughed, "Master? Man, Jeff said you were into some kinky stuff, but not like that!"

My head snapped up, the smile gone from my face, and he was pale. "You two talked about that kind of stuff?"

"Uhh, no?"

"Tell me, Dick, what he told you."

He held up his hands in a panic, "Not much, really! He just liked to talk about sex. A lot."

I nodded with a little smile, "Yeah he did."

"Sometimes it would just be like, 'you've never tried anal? Oh it's so good man!' That kind of thing. Like, obviously he's talking about having done it with you, but it wasn't like that. About you. He was like, celebrating his memories." Rich shrugged.

I felt guilty, but I mentally catalogued that comment about never trying anal.

"I guess that's not a terrible invasion of privacy. You were his friend before he was my husband." I blushed, "So you know I'm a slut." I giggled at the look on his face.

"I, uh, wouldn't say that. Adventurous is good."

I smiled shyly, "It's the word he used. Slut."

Rich's laugh boomed across the room, "He fucking would." He glanced at the mantel with a grin. I had seen him talk to Jeffrey's picture just like I did. Called him 'brother.' Maybe not the healthiest thing ever, but I felt better than I had since he died.

Connor stumbled out of the play room, rubbing his eyes, "Daddy loud." My throat caught once more at my son using that word to refer to my brother. It would be something to untangle later in life, but it was wonderful for now.

Rich laughed and picked him up, "Sorry, buddy. Did I wake you up?"

"Too loud," he repeated.

"I'll keep it down next time, okay?"

"Kay."

***

"You sure you wanna take the people mover to your date?" I asked Rich, an odd feeling in my gut as I said those words. His date.

He was frowning at my blue Subaru SUV, "It's a nice car, so what if there's a car seat? Bitch better be okay with my sorta son being around."

"Sorta son, huh? We haven't really talked about it."

He scratched his head shyly, "Yeah, I mean he calls me Dad, what else am I supposed to call him? Nephews aren't this close."

"It's okay. I like it. Sorta son works fine." It would be truncated to just 'son' in time, but that was okay too. We weren't forgetting Connor's father, but he was lucky enough to have another one ready to step up. "How do I look?"

Rich smiled, "You look... great." His eyes flicked down over my body, taking me in. Making me shiver. I watched him as I did a slow twirl, and his eyes stayed glued to my ass the second my back was turned enough for him to see it.

I was wearing a forest green dress that hugged my hips before flaring into a flippy skirt. It showed off my ass pretty nicely, which was my biggest asset, what with it being huge for my slender body. Up top, the dress was low cut enough to show off my bust without my smallish boobs being on full display. A pendant necklace sat between them, a close but imperfect match for the dress. Fucking online shopping sucks. I wore my honey blonde hair in a French braid, and my makeup was subtle today. With a little bit of sass, I had thrown on some dark almost-purple red lipstick. I thought the surprising color brought attention to my lips, though I don't know if that was for the sales guy necessarily. I liked the way Rich was looking at me, eyes lingering on my lips, down to my hips, back up to my breasts, back to my lips. Yeah, the lipstick had been for him.

Rich wore a button up that emphasized his muscular chest and arms, with a blazer thrown over it almost as an afterthought. I had made sure he was well outfitted for whatever when he moved in, the clothes in his duffel bag were mostly just loungewear. He looked... really good. Like one of those super fit businessmen who might proposition your wife or something, but with gentle eyes.

"Hey, sis. We need a codeword." He said with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Like, if one of our dates isn't going well, we text the other the codeword and get the heck out. The other has to come meet up ASAP."

I thought about it. This would be a really convoluted way to get me on a date with my brother, but I wouldn't put it past him.

"Okay. What's the code word? Wait, I don't check my phone all the time on dates. Do you?"

"Heh, no. But just say you're checking on the little guy. They'll understand. The code word will be 'defenestrate.'" He grinned.

"And I can't just text you and be like, I needed to leave, come find me?"

"Nope. Codeword."

I rolled my eyes, "Tch. Fine." I couldn't quite stop the smile. I got in my Lexus and drove off.

***

Ugh. This guy was SO in sales. He wasn't... the worst? But there was a little layer of smarm. Too confident without having broken the ice very much yet.

"Yeah, Venice was gorgeous, I didn't wanna leave! You should really go next time you're in Europe. I have another trip lined up in September..." I could hear the ellipsis dripping from his words. September was just two months away.

"Yeah? I'll add that to my list of places to go. I'm not sure next time I'll be in Europe, though. My son doesn't like to fly, and it's hard to find a sitter for a week or more." Not true, I could absolutely trust Rich with Connor for a week. I found myself smiling thinking about how good he was with my son.

"Yeah but look at that smile. You totally wanna go!"

"Oh no, that wasn't-"

"It's probably too forward, but I could totally take you along. You'd need to find someone to watch the rugrat, for sure, but you could be my arm candy on those beautiful Italian beaches." He grinned at me, eyes all over me and making me feel gross.

Oh boy. He's already fantasizing. Next comes the dick size drop...

"I think September is a little soon for my work and home and stuff. But I appreciate the offer."

He gave me a smile that I'm sure has closed some sales and maybe opened some legs. Water off a duck's back to me, though. "But just think of it, just you and me on a private Italian beach, we can drink local wine, swim in the warm water... well it's you and me and my big dick, y'know?" He did an eyebrow thing, but I was suddenly too exhausted to even bother describing the eyebrow thing. "I have pictures, you wanna see? I'm hung like a horse."

I had already sent the 'Defenestrate' text to Rich. "Can you pardon me for a second? Something up with the babysitter."

I looked up from my phone to see him holding his phone at me. It was a naked picture of himself, looking fit, and his dick was indeed pretty big. Bigger than Jeffrey's by two inches by my guess.

"Yeah I'm gonna leave. Bye." I stood up.

He scoffed, "Oh c'mon baby. You know you wanna go to Europe with this big dick."

"Really don't." I turned and walked out. My food had been ordered but not received and that fucker would have to pay for it. Whatever. I hoped he choked on my rare steak. It was less than thirty minutes into our blind date and he was already doing dick pics.

Sitting in my car, I realized I didn't know where to go to meet with my brother. He hadn't responded yet. Still, I knew where he was having his date, and I drove nearby and parked under a tree. It was only another ten minutes before he walked out, looking dour while holding a to go order. I made my car do the unlock chirp to get his attention.

"Pretty bad, huh?" He asked as he got in.

"I should've timed it and taken bets. When will the sales guy show me his a picture of his dick? I'd bet it was around twenty three minutes."

Rich guffawed, "At a restaurant?!"

My anger cracked at the look on his face, and I laughed, "I know! I think he thinks he's some kind of mysterious businessman. Like, dude, you just sell software. I bet your boss called you about your pipeline four times this week." I sighed.

"Wasn't a very good, uh, pipeline then?" Rich asked with a grin.

"His dick? It was big, I guess, but that's really not something that moves me. Y'know?" I blushed. This was a weird topic to discuss with my brother / coparent.

He was frowning, "I thought everyone cared about that." I gave him a confused look, and he blushed. "Sorry, I'm just not particularly experienced with women. The army took up a lot of time, and I was overseas where I couldn't really date much... plus I was shy in high school. Ugh. I've been with two women, and it was a discussion with both."

"I've had sex with three guys. Jeffrey was actually probably the smallest, but the best sex of my life by far. Miles." I shrugged, though some of the memories with my husband were bubbling up and making me squirm.

Rich was smiling a little, "Well that makes me feel better." He blushed a deep red, "Best friends for twenty years, right? That came up. I had him beat by a quarter inch!"

I laughed, though my heart was pounding. "That's totally fine. It's really about who it's attached to for me. Feels like it shouldn't be that difficult to ask a guy to be kind, smart, and funny. Or even pick two, though kind is a must."

"Are you saying flashing a dick pic at a restaurant isn't kind?! What kind of world are you living in, Jess? That's the sweetest thing ever!"

I laughed, putting the car in drive and heading out. "Yeah I should totally head back there and say sorry. He offered to take me to Italy. I should definitely crawl on my hands and knees."

"Hands and knees would win him over, probably." He looked at my dress in the light of the car. "Italy? That wasn't tempting at all?"

I laughed bitterly, "Why would it be? I don't know the guy, don't like what I do know about him, and I can afford to go to Italy on my own dime. I'm not opening my legs for someone who calls my son a rugrat just to get access to a trip I don't want to take right now anyway." I took a breath to calm myself. "Sorry, it's just... Connor is my priority right now. I could see that guy dismissing him already and it pisses me off. Need someone who will prioritize him with me, y'know?"

"Well that's why you have me, right?"

"Exactly! I told Mom I don't need to date because I have you."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean you can trust me to help take care of Connor, I love him and I'm not going anywhere, ever if I can help it." I looked at him, and he was blushing again. I put my hand on his with a smile. "I'll be here until you kick me out. So you can find a guy that meets your... other needs." Was that a scowl, or did I just want it to be?

"I have you for most of those needs. Companionship, that's a big one for me. The other stuff... well, Jeffrey bought me a ton of toys."

Rich made a gurgling sound, and I laughed. I pulled into a quiet restaurant and turned the car off. "Where are we?"

I shrugged, "I didn't eat before the sausage came out. I don't think you really did, either." He shook his head. "This place was Jeffrey's favorite. I ended up here by muscle memory, honestly."

We went into the little Chinese takeout place, the bell on the door jingling as it had a hundred times over the years.

"Jessica! Hi!" A tiny, bubbly Chinese woman called out, and I grinned.

"Ms Liu, it's good to see you!"

The little woman had a somewhat thick accent, and was full of smiles. "You haven't been here in years! It's good to see you're okay."

"I'm doing better lately, yeah. Are you guys open for a while, still?"

"Yes, sit, sit! I'll bring some onion pancakes." Rich and I sat while she disappeared in back, behind the split curtain with Chinese kanji placed on them seemingly at random. She returned in less than a minute with a steaming plate of onion pancakes with a dipping sauce. "Okay, who is this? He's, urgh!" She gestured to Rich and flexed dramatically, "So strong!"

"This is my brother, Rich. Rich, Ms Liu."

"Oh! Brother. Shame, I thought you were finally dating again."

"Oh, I just got out of a bad date. Didn't wanna go home yet."

"Ohh! Well good for you for getting back out there. Do you want a menu, or should I just bring you things?" Ms Liu looked Rich over critically. "Lots of things. Need to feed the muscle man."

I laughed, "Go ahead. Surprise us."

I tore a piece of onion pancake off and ate it, with Rich following suit. "Oh holy shit that's good."

"I know!" I laughed. "It's their specialty. I could eat these all day, though I'd get fat."

His eyes looked me over in a way that made me tingle, "I couldn't imagine you getting fat."

"I gained weight with Connor, had to bust my ass to get rid of it. I really feel for women with multiple kids, I don't know how you can take care of yourself and the kids at the same time."

Rich grimaced, "Yeah, I need to get back to the gym. Body weight stuff is good, but it's hard to maintain all this without a weight set."

"There's room in the garage. We can pick something up if you'd like."

"Really? I... don't mean to impose."

"Yes. You get to make my home your home." I smiled at him, "I know you're still kinda waiting for me to kick you out or something, but please, unclench. I'm so, so happy you're here with me. Connor is so happy. You can make any request you want, I'll hear you out."

Rich gave me a grateful smile, his eyes alight with happiness.

"I'll keep that in mind. You're right, though. I've been trying not to make any big changes to stuff, or really move in, not that I have anything else. The weight bench would be the primary thing."

"Yeah, lemme know if I need to move anything out there, we can get you set up no problem." I'd been meaning to have this talk with him for a while. He was so careful about returning things to the way they were after he moved through a space, to make it seem like he wasn't really there. There's a little boy! He's gonna move all the shit anyway! Don't sweat it, you dingus.

The food started to arrive, and Rich's moans of pleasure at each new dish made me cackle with glee. "Oh my God this is so good. How do you ever eat anywhere else?" He asked.

"Yes, Jessica? How do you ever eat anywhere else? Hmm?!" Ms Liu asked with a mean smile as she brought out yet another dish. This one was egg foo young.

"Sorry Ms Liu. It just hurt to come back here."

She smiled warmly, "That's okay. I know Jeff loved my food. But now you have sexy brother man to keep you company."

I laughed, mostly at the look of mortification on my brother's face. "She's a perv, sorry."

"I can't help it! All these pretty white boys everywhere. I could've had your husband, Jessica, just with food. Could've stolen him away, like THAT!" She snapped her fingers.

I shrieked with laughter, "I don't think you could've handled him. He was a perv, too."

"I know! He looked at even my butt! I'm 73!"

At this point I was laughing too hard to eat. "He did! I caught him!"

Ms Liu eventually wandered away to another customer. "Jeff got to look at other women?" Rich asked eventually.

I shrugged, "He liked butts. All butts. Boy butts, old butts, whatever. He obsessed over mine," I blushed, "but every butt was worth looking at."

"Now yours I understand," he muttered. It fell out of his mouth, like one of those things you desperately want to say and then don't realize you actually said it.

"Not you too!" I teased.

He refused to meet my eyes, "Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. I look at your chest often enough..."

He finally looked up, and there was that tension, the little bit of static in the air that I had missed for years. "Your ass is ridiculous," he said quietly, but intentionally. We had slipped firmly into the realm of flirting.

"Thank you. Are you an ass man, too?"

"Uh huh. Not that boobs aren't great," he looked at my boobs, and my nipples were pressing against my dress. "But there's something about a really nice ass..."

"And mine is nice?"

He was quiet, just making eye contact for a moment or two, "Best I've ever seen, always has been."

"Oh so you've been looking for a long time then?" I always knew he was. But the teasing!

"Since the moment I knew anything about sex."

"Who said anything about sex? We were just talking about butts."

He was so red, "You know what I mean. Since puberty, I guess."

I grinned, "It's okay, I know what you mean. Butts ARE pretty good for sex."

I was just teasing him. Really. But that look of hunger in his eyes had me flushed and so fucking horny. "I've never had the pleasure."

"That's a shame," I replied, though I knew that already. "I agree with what Jeffrey said to you... it can be SOOO good."

He was breathing heavily, face red but almost unembarrassed now. "And you haven't... since?"

"Been fucked in the ass since my husband died? No. No holes on offer whatsoever. I only had my first orgasm in years just last week." Shit. That was too much.

"Really? When was that?"

I blushed, "Saturday night."

"After I left? I thought you were sleeping," he grinned.

"I did... eventually."

"Just had to rub one out real fast?"

I shrugged, "Or three."

"Three? Wow, something must have really gotten you going."

"Hmm. I wonder what might've done that."

"I really don't know, you were having a quiet night in with your brother..." he grinned wickedly.

"My very muscular brother, who is very good with my son, who is kind, smart, and funny, and I hadn't cum in three years. Who knows what might've caused that reaction?"

Silence. Staring. Teetering. Make it count, Rich. You get one line.

He took a sip of his water, looking up and away. I held my gaze on his face. He finally looked back at me, locking eyes with me, and the intensity in his gaze was like nothing I'd ever felt. Those baby blues pierced through me, knew me.

Jeffrey had always been his own kind of guy, and Rich wasn't him, obviously. They both loved me, and let me be myself, which I cherished. But Rich had his own set of desires that were totally different from what Jeffrey had wanted. Jeffrey loved to make me cum in little quiet, public areas. Loved to make me cum in odd ways, like with a vibrating butt plug while we watched a movie. Loved to get me to admit to things, like my love for anal. Little bursts of fun and chaos that took time to get used to but were so hot once I did. He was like a fey creature, you could never tell what exactly he would do next, but I always knew I would cum, and that I would have my man inside me, somewhere in that chaotic mix.

Rich... wanted to fuck his sister.

I could see it in his eyes, like it was written on those sky blue orbs. It was simple and pure, and he had been hiding it.

Never had I felt such an honest desire for me as a person. And that's what it was, it wasn't just desire for my body, his eyes were locked on mine as if he was trying to see more, see further, devour every bit of me. If I had found his body, his smile, his eyes, his eagerness to be my son's dad, if I found those things attractive, then he found me attractive on an atomic level.

In the end, he didn't even say a word.

I raised my hand, "Ms Liu? Check please?" I swear that sweet old bitch had a naughty smile while she boxed up our food. Jeffrey had made me wear a butt plug once, while we ate here, and she had had the same smile then. I had barely been able to eat that day, vibrating with horniness as I was, and she had picked up on the sexual tension between me and my husband. But tension between married people gets released often.

The tension between me and my brother was more than a decade in the making. He'd been hot since FOREVER. Always athletic, always kind, quick witted. But it was those eyes. They killed me. Ms Liu worked fast, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and accepted the 40% tip with a grin.

We were soon seated in my Lexus, the silence pounding in my head. Slowly, so slowly you could almost hear my neck creak, I turned to face him. He had the leftovers on his lap, not trusting the gravy from the egg foo young not to spill in my car. "We should, uh, go pick up the Subaru, huh?" I asked. We had left it at the other restaurant when I picked him up. I had a spare car seat at home, though.

"No," he said simply.

"G-got it. We can get it tomorrow. Home, then?"

"Home."

***

Addie was soon paid, though she maybe seemed a little annoyed that I hadn't called her in a month. She would get more work soon, I was pretty sure.

Sooner than I thought, I was standing face to face with my military man, my little brother, looking delicious in his blazer, fitted to show off his musculature. His light blue eyes beamed down at mine, like clones of the ones I saw in the mirror every day; it made the wetness between my legs so much naughtier. This was my brother. My blood.

I kissed him.

I'll admit, I forgot the part where I'm supposed to ask, clarify the eye-fucking he gave me at the restaurant. Make sure this is actually what he wanted, hear from his lips that he wanted me. Nah, I just fucking shoved my tongue down his throat. Had to stand up on my tippy toes to do it, that was new.

The sound Rich made when our lips made contact was like a drowning man's sudden inhale of oxygen just before the end. Like he couldn't get enough, and I realized I was moaning. His lips were soft, gentle, his tongue was powerful against mine. It was not like any kiss I'd ever had, he was so different. It wasn't electric, necessarily, it was more like a heat blossoming between us, his lips were burning mine, and his tongue felt hot in my mouth.

I pulled away, or tried to. He followed me down, hunching to keep his lips locked on mine. I put a hand on his chest to break the kiss, looking up at him from under my lashes. "Rich. This won't... change anything? Will it?"

"Yes," his full reply, standing there like a tiger ready to pounce.

"But you're here? Not going anywhere?"

"Yes. Connor will be my son. You..." he grinned at me, "Will be mine, too."

"Yesss..." I hissed, throwing myself back at him. That heat was pressed against my lips again, but this time it was with full body contact, my breasts squashed against his chest, and that heat was everywhere. His hands on my waist were heating me from outside in, and I didn't realize how cold I had been, middle of summer or not. This was a different kind of cold, and I felt like I was coming out of the middle of a blizzard and into a sauna. I was shaking.

"Shh, Jess," he murmured, and picked me up like I was nothing, as easily as he held my son. What a goddamn man.

He carried me to my bed, which would probably be ours going forward. He lay me down and climbed on top of me, both of us fully clothed. I had reapplied my lipstick after dinner, and it was gone again, all over his face. With a laugh, I wiped his lips with one of the ubiquitous packs of baby wipes.

Rich pressed his forehead against mine, some of the need satiated. "I waited so long," he rumbled. "I never thought I would have you."

"You have me," I whispered. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him back down, loving his heat. Who would've thought my little brother was such a good kisser? Not something I thought I would ever discover for myself. Not breaking our lip-lock, I shoved that blazer down off his shoulders, and he did the rest. Deftly, I unbuttoned his shirt, long practiced at such a maneuver, as undressing my man was something I absolutely adored. I could feel his hardness press against me, familiar and comforting somehow. Of a size I could handle, on a man who could make me melt, was in the process of doing so.

My hands caressed his bare chest; I had felt his bare chest before, but never sexually, and THERE was the electricity. I ran my fingers through his chest hair (so glad he didn't shave his chest!), brushing his nipples as I shoved that shirt off his shoulders to join the blazer. I could feel tingling in my fingers from such intimate contact.

My brother finally broke the kiss in order to remove the shirt, tucked into his pants, leaning up over me with my legs still wrapped around him, my dress flipped up a bit but still keeping me modest. Not for long, not with the way he was looking at me. Now, he didn't have a six-pack, he didn't like the aesthetic of being sculpted. He was more like a lumberjack, a little hairy but definitively muscular, and I loved it.

I reached for his belt, but Rich caught my hands, and his eyes flicked down to my breasts, encased in my green dress. My nipples were poking out for him to enjoy, and I wondered if I should be the one to undress. No, this wasn't a submissive thing, though I could submit to him no question. He wanted to devour me, so he should be the one to unwrap me.

Rich pulled me up to my knees, and his mouth affixed itself to my neck. "Haagh!" I groaned, my neck so sensitive to his little bites and licks. He got to my collarbone with the patience of a saint, and bit the strap of my dress so it partially fell off my shoulder before getting stuck. I giggled a little, "Gotta untie me, little brother." There was a bow in the back holding the straps in place. He plucked at it helplessly, and I recalled his comment about being inexperienced. Fair enough, I had it undone in a second.

"Holyyyy..." He muttered when the straps finally fell, taking the entire top of my dress with it, my b-cups bouncing free. Now, I breastfed Connor, they're no longer the perfect, perky things they may have been once, and my nipples had darkened in a way I was self conscious about... but the look in my brother's eyes when he saw my tits was delightful. I felt sexy.

And then he was sucking on them. "Holy fuck!" I yelped. I had lost some sensitivity during breastfeeding, and hadn't exactly explored that since Jeffrey died. Apparently the sensitivity was back in full force, and it was combining with the heat that Rich's body poured into me. "Ungghhhhh," I moaned, whorish and dirty as my brother feasted on my breasts. His huge hands squeezed one breast each--usually they were handfuls but not for this man--and his mouth bounced between the two, the hand pinching and teasing my nipple when his mouth wasn't there. My belly was flexing, pressing my tits into his mouth harder. I was on fire, but it wasn't enough, my body coming alive once more and consuming the copious warmth he put out.

Still, though I wanted more, just that much was enough to make me cum. "HAAAHH! Riiich!" I clenched up, my head thrown back so my braid dangled against my butt. My brother was making me cum, with no stimulation on my pussy at all. My thong was soaked, and my thighs were quivering, and his tongue lovingly worked my nipples through that little orgasm. Little, but seismic.

Falling back on the bed with a giggle, I looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "Damn. That was awesome. It's been a long time since I came from just my nipples."

Rich's eyes were full of joy, "Happy to help, big sister." I bit my lip.

"Don't play up the incest, little brother! It's so naughtyyyyy..."

He chuckled, a deep sound you'd expect to hear underground. It gave me goosebumps. He leaned down to kiss me, and...

Connor whined in his bed. I glanced at the clock, 10:35pm. Probably needed to pee, he wore an overnight diaper but sometimes he woke up to go pee anyway. Potty training is weird.

Rich smiled, rising to stand next to the bed, his cock pressing painfully (I'm assuming) against his slacks. "Two seconds." No anger, no frustration, he darted away to help our kid out of the crib.

Our kid. Fuck me.

"Jeffrey, what am I doing?" I asked the silent room. He didn't respond, of course, but I felt like he wasn't that far away. "You would love this, wouldn't you, you goddamn perv? Your innocent little wife engaging in incest with your best friend." Jeffrey, the infinite pervert, had once expressed interest in sharing me with another man, with the requirement that it be... loving. None of the 'he's so much better than my husband' cucky nonsense. Just the pure naughtiness of being shared with someone who would appreciate me, so he could watch someone else experience what he got to experience daily.

This would break his freaky little brain. If I had brought up Rich as the man to share me with while Jeffrey was still alive, he might've just died on the spot. I know he would've been into the incest, and Rich met his requirements perfectly, would enjoy me without disrespecting Jeffrey. "Watch me, baby, I'll give you your wildest dream," I whispered.

"Goodnight, bug!" I heard Rich's voice in the hall as he settled our son back in bed. I hadn't moved at all, still reclined on my elbows, my tits exposed, my skirt just covering my sex. The doorway was suddenly filled with my big gorilla of a brother, shirtless and sexy. He was on the bed, on his knees in seconds, between my thighs, looming over me and giving me chills. "Sorry about that," Rich gave me a little grin.

"So fucking manly," I whispered.

"Hmm?"

I smiled up at him, his eyes on mine, ignoring my naked breasts, "Pausing to take care of our son, no anger at all, in the middle of... this. That's fucking manly."

"My toplessness is different from yours, it made sense." He shrugged bashfully.

I laughed, "Nothing Connor hasn't seen before, I promise. Still..." I reached for his belt again. He allowed me this time. Despite my assurances in the car earlier, I saw some trepidation in his eyes. Our society is mean to men with penises of all kinds. Men with big dicks expect the world because of their size and are crushed when that's not how it actually works. Men with average dicks feel inadequate, even though that's literally what feels best to most women. Men with small dicks get laughed at for what they can't control, sometimes get bitter and ignore their other assets--tongues are good, y'all. Everyone who sleeps with women should be a cunning linguist, really.

I unzipped him with confident fingers. I always had a thing for the way a cock looks protruding from men's pants, as if demanding to be serviced, though I certainly don't like to have sex that way. Fucking zippers. I found my way into his underwear, looking him in the eyes as I wrapped my fingers around his brotherly cock. "I told you before, Richard," I never used his full name, but I did so then, staring him in the eyes, "In my book, you are the biggest of Dicks." He smiled at my joke, his worry about his size easing a bit, and I pulled his cock free.

Yum.

It was a solid 6", thick and sturdy, with a prominent vein across the top, a large purple head already leaking precum, and just enough girth for my thumb and forefinger to fail to meet at the base. His pubes were trimmed, and I wanted to see his balls, but couldn't from here.

Jeffrey's cock was ingrained in my head like a laser etching, and Rich was right, he was a little bigger, but it was sooo close. An image of the two of them, my wonderful men, taking me together, popped into my head, and I had to blink away tears. I took a deep breath, but Rich had noticed.

"You okay, Jess?" Tch. What kind of guy stops his... girlfriend? when she's just about to start stroking him?

"Yeah. Just... emotions." I shrugged. I firmed my grip and met his intense gaze. I could be intense, too. "I'm good, Rich. I want this, so badly. Lay down."

Cock still protruding from his pants, he did so. I knelt between his legs, dress still hanging off my curvy hips, and gave him a wicked grin from under my lashes. "Now, I should warn you... sucking cock is a passion of mine."

"Stop being perfect," Rich replied with a tight chuckle, a little forced in the middle of all the sexual tension. I kissed the tip, and he groaned immediately. I felt that familiar hunger that I always felt when a lovely cock was in my face, the need to service it, to feel it burst in my mouth, my throat. Silent for years, that hunger roared within me, stronger than ever.

I wanted to take my time, lick him everywhere, blow his mind with teasing. I could get around to that, though. This was for me.

With a deep groan, I took him in my mouth, delighting in the salty savoriness of a sticky, aroused cock. Even as I stared into his eyes and slowly pushed my mouth down his cock, I worked at his belt. I wanted to see his balls, see my baby brother fully naked. He moaned as I sucked, my tongue working him over as I finally released his belt and the button on his slacks. I grumped about removing his dick from between my lips, but it was needed.

He was staring down at me in awe as I pulled his pants all the way off. "Jesus. Do you not masturbate?" I asked, staring up at his balls. They were massive. He just shrugged. I would have that answer eventually, but there was no time to wait. I knelt back between his legs and lowered my mouth to his nutsack. I stroked his thick cock as I licked his balls.

"Fuck, Jess! Are you just hungry or something?"

"I," lick, "love," lick, "COCK." Liiiiiccckkk, from the balls to the tip. His back arched, and I moaned as I gave him pleasure.

That statement wasn't true, actually, not as broadly as I said it. I loved the cock that was fully mine, and right now that was Rich's. It had been my husband's in the past, and I loved servicing my cock on my knees. Not my cock in that it was attached to me, but my cock in that it belonged to the man that was mine. Sorry, that was a tangent, but I felt the need to be clear.

Rich hit my throat as I took him in, and I felt that once well-trained muscle rejecting the invasion. Hmm. That would not do. Gagging is for bitches.

I forced him past my throat, and I guess I'm a bitch, because I gagged hard. But that just made me hornier, and more determined to take this thing. Looking up at my brother, I pushed my head down hard, ignoring the involuntary tears that were absolutely making a mess of my makeup. Rich's eyes were wide, but I got him in. I hung out there, feeling his thickness in my throat, feeling how horny he was as he twitched. "Holy fucking shit..." he whispered as I voluntarily stayed there, absolutely choked with cock and absolutely happy about that fact. My lips were quirked up in a little smile, which was tough with the obstruction, but I think I conveyed my feelings on the matter.

Taking him out of my throat with a deep breath, I kissed the tip again. "So good!" I moaned.

"I'm the one that's supposed to say that, right?" Rich asked, breathing heavily. Looking up at him was so weird, his body was huge compared to my husband's, but his cock felt similar. And then those eyes... like he was getting everything he ever wanted right now.

"Like I said, I love cock. I get horny sucking dick. So, we can both be excited about this." I took him all the way down again with a 'glurk', causing my baby brother to gasp and thrust that cock in harder. That was fine, I could take it, and I smiled back up at him, placing his hands on my head. He got the message, and started to pump his cock down my throat. He helped me pummel those forgotten muscles back into fighting form, military-ready. Call me a bootlicker if you want, but my sexy little brother was fucking hot, and this was one soldier I didn't mind blowing.

I would not be licking his actual boots.

His breathing slowly ramped up as he used my face as a fuck-hole. My eyes rolled back as one of his big hands snagged my braid and used it as a handle. Fuuuckk, French braids were one of my favorite date hairstyles for this specific reason, and he found that out by accident. I was so turned on by being used like this, and being used by my brother, that I was moaning like a whore every time my airway was cleared. My makeup was a mess, but he seemed to like that, and his arms were irresistible, my head went where he wanted it to go, end of story. Yet, as his orgasm approached, his arms released me, his appetite for forcefulness seemingly faded.

That was fine. My appetite for his cock was still in full fury. Slowing down, sensing his coming orgasm from the tension in his body, his tightening balls, and his labored breathing, I swallowed him in languid gulps, focusing on providing friction with my tongue and lips. Savoring every drop of precum, showing him how much I wanted him. I loved on his cock, and he rewarded me with my treat.

With a roar that was wildly different from my sexual experiences in the past, he started to cum, my brother's slimy, salty sperm coating my tongue immediately. Gulping, I pushed him back into my throat, letting him shoot a few blasts of cum directly into my stomach. Guys loved that, and I savored the look of worship in his eyes. I pulled back and worked him the rest of the way with my lips, careful not to overstimulate him, swallowing each shot as he gave it to me. Finally, his cum was all poured out, down my throat and into my mouth, and the tension in his body followed right after it. He relaxed, boneless and whimpering, into the bed.

I quietly cheered my victory, watching his eyes flutter for a moment, fighting off the wave of sleep that often follows a good blowjob. I blew my brother. Holy fuck. My panties were soaked through, I could feel it in the little breeze from the ceiling fan.

Licking my lips clean, I crawled over him, aware of his still-hard cock. "How many more times do you think you can go?" I asked quietly.

"For you? I don't know if it'll ever go down."

"Hmm. I'll have my work cut out for me, then. Good thing Connor sleeps with white noise, because I don't know how quiet I can physically be."

"Is my big sister a screamer?" Rich asked with a naughty grin.

"Do you wanna find out if your sister is a screamer?" I gave him my best fuck-me-incestuously eyes. It's different than fuck-me eyes, I swear.

"Don't I have to finish unwrapping you?" His hunger was back, deep and ferocious, in his eyes. I was perched over his cock, my pussy burning at him through my thong. All I'd have to do is move it to the side and I could take him inside me. "There's so much more to do," Rich said, and his hands touched my thighs.

My eyes rolled, and I was stuck, stunlocked. There were SO many things we could do, but my pussy was begging for him. But those hands were moving, and I didn't have the heart to resist the hunger I saw in my brother's eyes as his fingers reached under my skirt, to my ass.

That hunger was so familiar. I only attracted ass men (I wonder why?!), and the moment his hands touched my butt, he was gone. My eyes rolled in pleasure as his big hands squeezed my even bigger ass. Seriously, I'm like 120 pounds, my mom has no butt, I don't know where this thing comes from, but it just badonks everywhere. But those hands, ugh, they were making me melt, and I lay on his chest and gave him full access to whatever the fuck he wanted to touch.

Ugh, this was gonna be such a slow burn, wasn't it? I wanted Dick's diiiicckkkk!

His fingers caressed my cheeks, occasionally squeezing and lifting, spreading and stretching me just a little, in a good way. It pulled my thong against my pussy, and I let out an involuntary moan. Remembering that his lips felt nice on mine (I get lost in the sauce, too), I leaned up and kissed my brother again. I saw his eyes blink in surprise, he must've gotten some of his tasty cum from somewhere on my lips, the bastard. That was for me. Still, he didn't look displeased, and that was nice. His best friend had loved to eat his own cum from my holes, and I missed that.

Rich's fingers dipped down between my thighs, and I gasped as his fingers explored my thong-covered pussy. Good boy, don't go for the butthole right away. That would be TOO naughty. He seemed to know his way around a pussy, covered or not, and I hissed as he caressed my clit. It was both a relief and a pain, giving me the pleasure I craved but leaving me whimpering as his fingers moved on. His grin suggested he knew what he was doing to me. Sisterfucking bastard.

His delicate touch wandered back up to my ass, and I knew what was coming, or I thought I did. I was wearing a string thong, he could've just moved it to the side. Nope, he seized it with two hands and snapped that thing between his fingers like it was nothing. I glared at him, furious and so fucking aroused by the casual feat of strength. And then his fingers were exploring everywhere once more, while we kissed, and that feeling of heat came back as he played with my pussy, warming me to the core with his fingers. He caressed my clit with confidence, and I wanted to call bullshit on his claim of being inexperienced, but I was a twitching mess by that point and couldn't be acerbic to save my life.

Rich was fucking teasing me, I knew that, but I leaned into his fingers as he circled my clit, a perfect cadence to drive me to a screaming orgasm. Two fingers from his other hand slowly pushed into my opening, and I had hope that he might just make me cum. Nope.

Those wonderfully thick fingers wandered back out of my gripping cunt, and I wanted to roll my eyes as my brother started to play with my butthole using the lube from my pussy. Wanted to roll them, but I knew from experience how fucking good this felt, even though it didn't make the ache in my pussy go away.

The look in my brother's eyes as he explored my asshole gave me chills. His fingers felt incredible, of course, he was gentle and loving, and as one finger pressed its way past my little ring, I bit his shoulder and moaned. "Lube in the bedside table drawer," I whispered. It was just within reach, and he took the time to warm the lube up before pushing that finger into my ass.

Boys and their obsession with butts, I swear. Though, I suppose I had dropped enough hints that I was actually really into this that I couldn't really complain, and it was so fucking hot that it was my brother doing this to me.

That finger plunged in, slowly enough that I wasn't uncomfortable, though I was really good at this anyway. His kisses kept me occupied, the fingers on my clit now frozen as he split his attention between kissing me and fingering my asshole like a slut. Two knuckles in, he looked to be in heaven, and I clamped my hole down on him, biting my lip and savoring the look in his eyes.

"UNGHHH!" I moaned suddenly as his fingers went back to work on my pussy, driving into my depths hard. I knew his forearms would be sore from the awkward angle, but I also couldn't care, as he seemed to have decided to make me cum. The heat from his hands was like a furnace; this would be the first time someone intentionally made me cum in three years, and I felt like the horny little gears that drove my libido were finally in full motion. I felt all warmed up now.

The finger in my pussy and the one in my ass rubbed together, thrusting in sync while his cock bumped my clit in all my thrashing. Focusing a bit, I bore down on that cock, setting a rhythm on it as he worked me. I was a fucking goner, helpless under the incestuous ministrations of my wonderful little brother.

"Oh, fuck, Rich, I'm gonna cum. Make me cum, please little brother! Hnngh! Make me cum and you can have any fucking hole you want!" His face lit up, though I was beyond trying to predict what my men would do to me. I just clamped down on his fingers, ground my clit down hard on his cock, and came. "FUUUUCCKKK YESSS!" I screamed.

My breasts shook against his chest, I think I was kind of biting his collarbone as a powerful orgasm swept through me. His hands were in awkward positions, so it was impressive he made me cum at all, let alone that hard. I chomped down on whatever skin was available to silence my screams, my mind blanking as I thrashed. I felt... very wet between my legs, girlcum running down my lips in rivulets. God, I wanted him inside me, even as my orgasm slowly relented. I un-chomped his poor collarbone, giving that spot a little kiss.

"Hnngh," I told him.

"Indeed," Rich replied with a smile. He pulled his finger from my butt and licked it clean.

"God, another one? Perrverrt," I whimpered.

"Uh huh."

"I'm super clean back there, I always am, after living with a booty fiend for years... but still. You didn't even ask."

Rich shrugged, "Too horny."

I took a deep breath, giving him a little smile. "Little brother, will you make love to me? Like, in my vagina?"

He laughed, "God yes."

Rich rose up on his knees, lowering me onto my bed and pulling at my dress with urgency. Finally, I was naked under that hungry gaze, and he devoured me with his eyes. My pussy is a pouty thing, with an exaggerated clitoral hood, lips that hang open when I'm really horny (like now), and I make enough girl juice to drown a man. I hoped to drown him in it tonight, but probably not now. I loved the way he was looking at my achy cunt, it didn't get much love in comparison to my booty.

He was now looming over me again, cock harder than steel, and it was hovering juuust right so that his pulse made it twitch and gently thwap my clit. He grinned and hung out there a minute, letting me simmer, letting me silently beg my brother with my eyes to take me, to fuck me, to worship me.

"Inexperienced my fucking foot. You've got me ready to crawl up the wall right now," I said, finally caving.

"I just know how to tease my sister. That's a finely crafted skill I've developed over 26 years." He smiled, finally pressing down onto my clit, but it was just on the way to his real goal. I gurgled, recent orgasm be damned, I was gonna cum on that cock in minutes.

Rich's cock was placed at my opening, which was as ready as I've ever been in my entire life. I pulled my sexy little brother down to me and kissed him, pouring my heart and soul into that kiss as he took me.

He felt so achingly familiar. That's a weird thought to have about your brother's cock, and I wasn't happy about my grief wandering into my thoughts right now, but he felt so much like my husband, at least as he first entered me. It was... comforting, and I fought back those tears. Of course there were differences, but right then I could close my eyes halfway and kind of picture both of them moving in me as one, superimposed. My heart was full.

And so was my cunt. Whew! Still tight, even after having a baby. "Hnnngh," my brother declared as his cock bottomed out inside me. "So tight, Jess."

"I knowww, and you haven't even tried my ass yet!" I giggled as his eyes lit up once more. I wrapped my arms around his back and caressed the massive muscles there. There was no mistaking who was inside me when I did that. "Sorry, don't mean to set off the booty fiend."

"Not as bad as Jeff," he mumbled.

"No one in history has ever been that perverted. But I saw that look in your eyes when you touched my ass. You're gonna be all up in that before the night's done, don't even pretend." I smiled up at him, letting him know it was okay, as I grew used to being penetrated again, holding him in place with my legs.

"You would, ungh, do that so soon?" He grunted, pulling back just a half inch and pushing that little bit back inside me. My eyes rolled as he hit my depths, pressing against my cervix, and the extra sensitivity was delicious. Long as he didn't smash into it, anyway.

"Give you my butt, you mean? Sure. I can think of literally nothing hotter than being my brother's butt slut. Other than just being his slut in general, but specifics make things hotter, don't you thinnnnk?" I asked, interrupted a bit by a larger thrust. That was a whole half cock, and it was electrifying. My brother was fucking me.

He smiled, caressing my face, bracing himself on his other arm, "I do think specifics make things hotter, yes. Like looking into your eyes and seeing the only pair in the world that match mine, and knowing that it's my perfect big sister who is squeezing my cock right now. Specifically, that will make me cum in no time."

"Mmm, baby brother, I don't mind at allll," I moaned as he began to move more earnestly inside me. His hips slapped against my thighs and his balls bounced off my ass as he thrust repeatedly. That thick cock was pressing against the top of my pussy, rubbing against my g-spot deliciously, and my back was already starting to arch. He kept his weight pressed on me, just like I liked, looking into my eyes as he made love to me.

Blinking in realization, he asked, "I'm not wearing a condom, big sister... Is that a problem?"

I shook my head, "I'm on the pill, and you are not allowed to cum anywhere but in my pussy right now. You got it?" I gave him my best big sister bossy face, the one he always hated.

"Yes, ma'am!" He replied, sharp and crisp, and I was grateful he didn't salute. I giggled and pulled his chest down, burying my head into his neck and just smelling him as those muscles worked, thrusting his cock into my depths. It was perfect, I felt complete, finally complete and whole once more. I wrapped my legs around him, slowing his thrusts on accident, but it wasn't my fault.

I was cumming.

My orgasm bubbled up out of me, and I was surprised it was there at all, I hadn't felt it approach, yet it hit me like an avalanche, massive in scope, and my mind (appropriately for the metaphor) went white. I pulled that sexy man down onto me with every bit of strength that I had, and I might've been screaming in his ear. S'okay, he was near bombs a lot, I'm only a little louder than that. My fingers dug into his back, not scratching, just squeezing, and my poor underused cunt clamped down on him like a vise as my brother's cock made me cum.

"HAAAAAHHHHH!! RIIIICCCHHHH!!!" I screamed, arching like a gymnast underneath him.

He seemed determined not to let me come down, as his thrusts overpowered my squeezing legs, and Rich began to hammer me with his cock. Each thrust just extended my orgasm, and I was a helpless puddle beneath him, while he fucked me like a machine. His breathing was controlled and even, like a long distance runner, and I worried he would never cum, just subjecting me to a single unending orgasm until my mind broke.

"FUUUUUCCCCKKIIIINNGG BAAASSSTAAARDDDD!" I squealed.

Slap slap slap! His hips drove me into the bed, my leggy grip on his back fully broken as my legs spread lewdly. My tits thrust up at him, begging for attention, and he delivered without breaking that vicious cadence. My brother's lips closed on my right nipple, cock pounding like a metronome, and the added sensations made my screams turn into ragged shrieks.

Finally, finally my orgasm seemed to peak and begin its slow trek downwards... and then he came. The fucker.

I had thought I had absorbed as much of that sexual heat from him that I could, but as my brother pumped his semen into my womb, it was a whole new level of warmth. I felt my inner slut come alive.

"Fuck me you sexy motherfuckerrr, pump that cum into me you fucking bastard, make your sister cum on that cock and feed her alllll your cum," I told him in a low voice, turning into a shriek as my mind started to fade, "FILL ME UP RICH! ALL YOUR CUM BELONGS TO ME! YESSSGGHGHHHH!!" My voice turned into a gurgle of delight and went silent, the final shots of white-hot brother cum finally causing my brain to turn off, and I blacked out.

I was only out for a handful of seconds, I think, but my mind was clear enough to see the look of ecstasy on my brother's face as he came down from the heights of his orgasm. I hummed happily, accepting every drop of incestuous seed inside me, lovingly caressing his scruffy cheek.

He seemed to boot back up after a minute, blinking repeatedly. "Holy God," he whispered, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, now that my screams had stopped.

"That was... Ungh," I said quietly, pulling him down for a gentle kiss, and then some cuddles. He went to move off me, but I wrapped my legs around him and kept that man where he was. I sighed into his neck, deeply content.

He eventually moved off me and spooned me. It was lovely, but I knew the dangers of this position, with my ass just pointed at him. There was cum everywhere, and it would be so easy to...

I fell asleep.

***

I was still squished in a pair of strong arms when I woke, and a little part of me panicked, as they were not the arms I thought should be around me. I breathed and let that wave of grief wash over me. I had woken up like that from a cum nap so many times, and I knew the arms that should be around me, and these weren't those arms. It was just a new way to feel the grief of my loss, and each new experience with my brother held a new pang to work through.

Rich was awake, watching me, when I twisted around to look at him. "You okay?" He asked quietly, as the darkness demanded. The clock suggested it was 1am, but that was bullshit. I felt like I had slept for a year.

I rolled over in his arms, a little bummed when his half-hard dick fell out from between my butt cheeks. "I feel incredible. A little sad, here and there, but that was everything I could've ever asked for."

"So you think you'll want more?" He asked.

I smiled, "Hmm. The man my son calls 'Daddy', who fucked me into a coma, who I know for a fact loves me to death, and who is an absolute sweetheart, do I want more of that man? Hmm. HMM." I kissed him. "Yes. Stay here. In my home. I don't want you going anywhere else, ever."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He pulled me closer, his body pressed fully against mine, and we made out for a while. I giggled when his hands went right to my ass, and the moan that followed was sooo predictable. I was still all kinds of cummy, and it was not long at all before his fingers were playing with it, driving it back inside my pussy, pushing some into my butt. I relaxed, muscle memory from taking my own personal pervert there over and over... and over, allowing me to take his finger without complaint. I was soon squirming and moaning into his mouth.

"You still haven't seen my ass," I whispered to his lips. "Poor little brother, obsessed over his big sister's ass for years and years. Do you finally wanna see my booty naked?" He nodded, eager like a puppy, and I detangled myself from his arms, keeping my face to him as I turned on the closet light. I knew for a fact which lights to use to showcase my body, and I gave my brother a teasing smile, watching his eyes as they devoured me. He lingered on my mound, specifically, the little patch of hair there seeming to draw his eyes. "Do you like it?" I asked.

His voice was husky, "So hot. I can't believe I already came inside you, I just want you more."

"You came inside me twice, little brother. Don't forget the treat you fed me."

"How did that taste?"

"Sooo good," I answered honestly. "But I'm a slut. I think cum is delicious."

"You're perfect," he whispered.

"Thanks, baby brother." Biting my lip, I slowly turned around, letting him see my ass in all its apparent glory, there in the low light from my closet. His sharp intake of breath suggested he was appreciative of the view. I do have a big butt, I get where he's coming from. Jeffrey once described it as "J-Lo, but if I got to fuck J-Lo in the butt almost every day. Holy fuck, I get to fuck that butt almost every day aaaaggghhh," and then he came, without either of us touching his cock at all.

I don't usually laugh when my guy is cumming, but that one was so fucking funny.

Looking back at my brother from a mere handful of feet away, I could see the same near-panic setting in, and a laugh bubbled out of me. "Don't cum, baby brother. I still need you to take care of my butt."

"H-how?"

I slowly moved closer, "You need to lick it. And you need to fuck it. I need you to absolutely ravage my asshole."

"What?" He asked, looking like he hadn't heard me right. He was sitting up now.

"I'm gonna take every inch of that dick in my ass, and I'm gonna cum longer than you thought possible. The harder you fuck me, the harder I cum. I WILL enjoy this more than you, even if you cum so hard you think you'll die."

"Where is this coming from?"

I grinned, spreading my ass for him to see, winking my asshole at him, "I married a pervert. The only way to fight that is to become one yourself. I reveled in what he did to me, the week before he died I took his cock with lube only, no stretching, one thrust. I came and came and came, and he was so turned on he came three times in a row. And then I had to shut all that down. Imagine not cumming for three years, and then add an anal fetish onto it. Like this madness, demanding that you get sodomized as soon as humanly possible. Richard, I'm so fucking horny right now. Fuck. My. Ass. Little brother. I'm begging you."

This is what I meant when I said my inner slut came back to life. My body gave out on me earlier, making me sleep after my brother came inside me, but I wasn't nearly done. I needed my ass filled, needed it dripping cum, needed to be stretched so deeply my mind went fuzzy. It was like an itch that I had just ignored, and now that it was close to being scratched, it was so much fucking worse.

I let out a happy yelp as Rich seized my hips and threw me onto the bed, ass up. "Oh my God," he whispered as my butt jiggled. That need in his voice was so comforting to me. I had thought, after Jeffrey broke my brain and made me a freak, that I would never find anyone to match me again. If anything, having it be my brother was like Jeffrey's little gift, adding yet another layer of naughtiness to my being a complete butt slut.

Rich's tongue pierced my ass and I shrieked, joy pouring out of me as his tongue gave me those delicious sensations I loved so much. He ate my ass with need, shoving his tongue in as far as it would go and I moaned like a whore. "Eat my ass you dirty boy!" I panted, pulling him in deeper, my hand in his hair. This was not a gentle thing, and two of his fingers were soon working into my cummy pussy, driving me towards that familiar cliff.

"Mmmfhhh," he moaned into my ass, looking up at me happily as I twisted to watch him.

"So. Fucking. HOT!" I groaned, and my first orgasm started, a rough thing which took my breath. I thrust back at him rhythmically, begging for more.

God, I forgot how good it felt to let my freak out. I wanted to cry. Fuck, I was crying.

Could I still be a good mom? I wondered as I came hard, my brother's tongue in my ass. I had put myself aside for so long, though not that long compared to some moms out there. I hoped that part of me wasn't shrinking somehow so that my inner slut could take center stage again.

I'd figure that out tomorrow. Too busy with the analingus.

"You came so quickly," Rich said as I came down.

"Uh huh. And that'll just keep going. You do you, fuck me if you're ready, I'll cum regardless."

"I don't think I'm done here."

"Mmkay."

He ate my ass through two more orgasms, and I was in love. I already knew I loved him, he's my brother. But he stayed back there because he wanted to, and I felt like my orgasms were just a bonus, and it was exactly how I liked to cum. He enjoyed my body for his own pleasure, and I came as a result. He was using me, despite this being oral sex, and it was exactly what I needed.

He moved up my body when he was done, and there was no question I would kiss him. "I love you," I whispered to him just before his tongue began to dance with mine.

"Love you too, big sister," he moaned, before pulling away, pulling my body to the end of the bed. My ass was up, my legs were planted on the ground, and my heart was POUNDING in my chest. My brother was gonna butt fuck me. Holy God I'm a slut.

He was now behind me, and there was the familiar click of a lube cap. I was pretty wet back there from his tongue, and he seemed to only plan to lube himself, because his cock was soon placed against my asshole. That was fine, I would take him happily. "You ready, Jess?" He asked.

"Take me, Rich."

He pressed forward and my mind lit up. My little brother was taking my favorite fuck hole, and it hurt just the way I liked. That cock pressed past my little ring, and it felt like a fist as he slowly took me. He was merciless, and we were both panting and moaning. The pain constantly turned into a cascade of pleasure, and it wasn't even real pain anymore. Not for me. Just this delicious stretch that I breathed through and reveled in, and the pleasure that followed was so intense. A half inch at a time he pushed that beautiful dick into my ass, slowly pressing over and over, and I moaned like a slut for every moment of it.

"Haaaaaahhhh," Rich groaned when he was finally buried inside me. I looked back at him with a smile on my face and slowly, deliberately clenched my asshole on his cock. He grunted and thrust, and my orgasm hit me. A huge, wicked anal orgasm rocked my body, and Rich immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, whatever sounds were coming out must've been loud.

But I wasn't there. I couldn't hear it. I came the instant my brother finally pulled out and thrust back into my ass, and I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I shrieked into his hand like a banshee as I engaged in the naughtiest act I could think of with the naughtiest person I could think of to do it with, after three years of deeply missing this feeling.

I had been with Jeffrey for seven years, and I had given him everything, folded to that neurotic, horny mind and anything it could conjure. In exchange, I had found an incredibly deep well of perversion of my own, just bubbling under the surface, something I'm convinced Jeffrey must have known about somehow. He delighted in exploring its depths, and I blacked out hundreds of times under his careful hand. He had loved me and opened up his darkness to me, and I took it all, offering my own in exchange. When he died, I felt so vacant, like my darkness could never be matched again.

Yet here was his best friend, my little brother, engaging in my primary kink like he was born to it. In no time at all, he worked up to a fast pace, hammering my tight ass with heavy thrusts, his balls slapping my clit with every stroke.

What kind of man can love another man's son like his own, be a shoulder to lean on for that man's widow, a caregiver, a homemaker, and on top of all that, make that widow scream her fucking brains out? What kind of man is that?

A perfect one, and I would hold onto him for dear life.

Rich pulled me up to his chest, cock sawing in and out of my stretched little hole. I was still cumming, would be for a long time, but it had turned into a quiet smoldering thing. Like a volcano constantly erupting, though volcanoes wish they could cum this hard.

"So fucking sexy," Rich growled into my ear. "You're saying I get to have you like this all the time?"

"As often as you can. Please." I replied.

"And you'll love it more than me?"

"I'm STILL cumming, right now," I whispered.

"Such a good little slut."

"Hnnngh!" That word triggered something deep in my psyche, driving my orgasm up a few notches. I felt like there was no ceiling, like I would lose my mind as the pent up sexual energy, saved up from the last three years, ravaged my body in one go. It wouldn't be this intense next time, probably never again, and I was grateful for that. This was too fucking much. Humans aren't built to handle this.

I looked back at my brother and gave him the one command I knew he would listen to. "HARDER!"

Slap slap slap! His hips hit my perfect ass in a brutal rhythm. And my ass WAS perfect. I could make my husband cum with just my cheeks, could stroke him off with his cock against my little hole, earning a lovely little burst of cum against that gummy, gripping hole. If J-Lo had the world's best butt (go watch the pole dance scene from Hustlers, it's amazing), then I had been deemed to be on par with her excellence. So as my brother's cock crashed through the defenses of the world's best butt, I moaned like a whore. No. Like a slut.

He worked me through a half dozen of those volcanic orgasms, and my sense of time was fucking gone. They could've been packed into a two minute time span and I would never know. But then Rich was there, pressing his face against my neck as I lay on the bed, taking anything he could give me.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, with all the gravity of a star, dragging planets in to its depths. And for all the lower level orgasms I'd experienced so far, I knew the real show was about to start.

"Do it baby!" I moaned, all in on my brother being the man for my whole life. "Give me your cum!"

Okay. So I loved Jeffrey. But... it's really hard to compare mundane, everyday perversion with a decade-plus long desire. Rich had wanted me since puberty, and he was having me in the way his mind most desperately craved. When his cum hit my bowels...

I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! OHHHH MYYYY FUUUUCCCKKKIIINNNGGG GOOOODDDDD!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The first shot of his cum set off every bit of leftover energy from those three years of buildup. It was like a fireworks warehouse exploding, all of the chemical energy from a hundred different fireworks shows going off at the same time. "Gaaaaahhhhhh!" Rich moaned, firing off a thousand shots of cum, or so it seemed, into my rectum. He crushed me to his chest, standing there in my bedroom, nearly lifted me off the ground as he filled my ass with cum.

And then he grabbed my thighs and casually made one of my last fantasies real, lifting my body from the ground and obliterating me with his thrusts. He used my ass, holding my entire body weight on his biceps as he drove his cock deeper into my ass, using it as a cum sleeve. I couldn't move if I wanted to, and his cum was pouring from my ass in rivers. And the orgasm that couldn't go higher... did.

The ultimate butt slut folded under the pressures of her mind melting orgasm. My mind vanished, and I blacked out.

And none of that needed an 11" cock. Just an average one, and enough love and perversion to drown God.

***

"Ahaha!" Rich shouted, and Connor screamed in delight.

"Daddy chasing me!" My little man called out as his father slowly chased him down the hallway, not quite fast enough to catch the lil guy. Not his biological father, of course, but as close as Connor would ever get to him.

Rich cornered Connor at the couch, picked him up for tickles, and then slammed him down into the cushions in a way that made me cringe a little. Yet the little guy was howling with laughter.

"You shouldn't let Connor call him that," my mom grumped.

"Call him what?" I teased. Rich had only taken me last night, Friday night, and this was Saturday morning. Yet I felt like a different person. My mom's needles were nothing to me.

"Daddy," my mom said through gritted teeth. I smiled. I had made her say it, and it felt like a little victory.

"Well I didn't have one of those, and neither did Rich. Connor seems happy about it, so I'm not gonna ruin their fun. Rich has been here the past month and a half, changed my life and Connor's, for the better. The best. He's committed to being here for as long as we want him around." I shrugged, giving my mom a vicious smile, "I'm not gonna kick him out. EVER."

"Your son will be a mess when he finds out that you two are just co-parenting," she said bitterly.

"No. He'll have a Mom and Dad that love him to bits."

"Moms and Dads are supposed to love each other," she insisted.

"We do. In our way."

That morning, I had been delighted to find that I was unchanged, as far as being a mom goes. I loved that kid with every fiber of my being, just like when he went to bed the night before. Before I fucked his uncle. I felt... normal. Light and free, able to play with him without the pall of his lost father hanging over me. Just a quick glance and smile at Jeffrey's picture on the mantel, and I was good. Happy. Not moved on, but adjusted.

My brother had healed me. Was healing me.

"None of this is right," my mom insisted in her usual, grumpy way.

"You have every right to think that, just like we have every right to avoid the caustic bitch in our lives." I smiled broadly at my mom and her look of shock. I leaned over to kiss her on the head. "Figure out your shit, Mavis. I'll leave you behind and be happy to do it. Kay, we gotta go, byeeee!"

With a grin, I dragged my son and the man I wanted as my husband but who was stuck at my brother out the door, to go have actual fun somewhere. Like a fucking park.