My Brother's Wife

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I knew exactly where the finger had been
didn't stop me from sucking it in,
savoring, I had before.


How I seduced her, classic charm,
and a hand so warm
caressing her thigh.


Full pouty lips, Bridgit Bardot,
a tongue magnet hole
I suckled her spit.


Abandoned etiquette, thighs spread wide,
nothing to hide
just pure wanton lust.


So female, sucking lip's sucking lips,
savoring the sips
of her natural lubrication.


Listening closely, a moan or a groan,
distinctive tones,
two different emotions.


Undulating hips, softly lifting,
body shifting
for maximum pleasure.


Slowing her motion, best not fast,
make pleasure last,
a ten minute eternity.


A murmured apology, a pee pee slip,
wetting my lips
I didn't mind.


A delicate finger, a button brown
rear hole found
I coax it open.


Her body grows taut, stomach ripples,
pinching nipples,
pain, a complimentary pleasure.


So distracting, the party downstairs
brother unaware
of his predator sister.


Adoring wife, in good hands
a family plan
so to speak.


Back downstairs, re-joining guests
my sexual quest
brushes pubic hairs from my cheek.


author, little miss blair
© copyright 2001