My name is Sabrina. My husband and I always spent Thanksgiving weekend at his family home in rural Pennsylvania. Christmas was with my folks. Tom and I grew up near each other, but had moved away after we got married. It was our third year of marriage, but our first year to travel after giving birth to our son, Tommy Jr. I was nervous about driving from Georgia to PA with a baby in the back seat. The ride always seemed to take too long without the diaper changes and breast feedings. I dreaded what it would be like baby in tow and begged Tom to explain to his family that we couldn't make it this year. But he just wouldn't hear it. By the time we pulled up the long gravel lot, the sky had darkened and puffy, white flakes were softly falling around us. If I wasn't so grumpy, I would have appreciated how beautifully the branches cradled the snow.
When we walked in the large farmhouse, we were warmly greeted by each family member: Eileen and Ed (Tom's Mom and Dad), his sister Claire, her husband Mark and their two kids, and his brothers Eddie and Steve. Eddie grabbed me to give me a big Parker family hug, twirling me around so no one would see him cup my ass and give it a good hard squeeze. It was the same move he'd been making since I started dating Tom. I'd learned to ignore his playful slaps and squeezes.
"Your breasts are huge, sis," He growled hungrily into my ear, "I can't wait to take a taste."
I pushed him away, my cheeks heating up from more than just the heat from the fireplace, "You're a pervert," I shot back at him, keeping my voice low enough to avoid further embarrassment and joined my husband as he passed little Tommy Jr. around the room.
We grabbed a quick bite to eat and unloaded our luggage into the room we were staying in upstairs. It was beside Claire and Mark's room and across from Eddie. Steve was settled down the hall and Eileen and Ed slept in the refinished room downstairs with Claire's two. After we were all settled, I said my goodnights, explained that Tommy Jr. and I were going to turn in, and left Tom to catch up with his family. I planned to be up early to help Mrs. Parker with all the cooking for the holiday while the men watched Football.
At breakfast the next morning, I couldn't help but notice how Eddie's eyes lingered on my breasts while we sat around the table. But what was even more shocking was that Mark, Claire's husband, kept staring as well. I was used to Eddie, but Mark had never even given me a second glance since I'd known him. At least, none that I had noticed.
But sure enough, there he was, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. I was used to men looking at me the way Mark was. I have long dark hair that hits below my shoulders when I don't have it swept up. My breasts are a healthy C-cup, unless they are full of milk, then they creep up to a D or more. They can be quite a handful now-a-days. I still have a tiny belly left over from my pregnancy, but I've been an athlete all of my life, so the rest of my body is slender and toned. Besides, Tom likes my belly and I can still fit into a size 6. All things considered, I'm a catch.
Embarrassed by Mark's stares, I excused myself from the dining room table to take my plate to the kitchen sink. That done, I reached into the cupboard for a coffee mug and felt someone press up against me. Eddie.
"Don't mind me. I'm just here for the coffee," He teased, rubbing the beginning of his hard-on against my back. Tom was definitely the handsome one in the family, but Eddie would be the rock star. He worked at a studio, mixing music or something. He had shaggy hair and a neatly trimmed scruff of a goatee. He was toned and had arms that women would die to have wrapped around them. Well, other less-married women than me, of course. Oh, and his ass—it was a great ass. The kind of ass jeans are tailored for. Not that I ever looked.
"You're disgusting," I whispered, "What would Tom think if he saw?" I pushed back against him, shoving him away with my hips.
"Aw, Tom doesn't mind. We've always shared everything," he said, stepping back up behind me. Then he added, "It's about time you realized that and stopped saying no."
He slid his hand around my waist and dipped his fingers beneath the elastic band of my skirt. I just froze as he plunged a finger into my pussy. His entire family was sitting in the next room!
"I've been patient long enough, but my dick's getting wet one way or another this weekend."
He pushed his finger in deep, curled it so the tip bumped up beside my g-spot, and stood there finger fucking me in his mother's kitchen. His hard-on was still rubbing against me, getting larger every second.
"Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me?" He asked, "Makes you seem so much younger—like my kid sister in need of a fuck lesson. Do you need someone to teach you how to make a man cum, baby sister?"
"Please, just stop," I said again, pushing back against him. It only seemed to make him harder.
He abandoned the coffee mug that he had clasped in his hand to reach beneath my blouse and cupped one of my breasts. He pinched my nipple and milk squirted out. He kneaded my breast and my milk ran down my chest and through my shirt.
"Yummy," He whispered into my ear before turning me toward him, unbuttoning my blouse and lowering his mouth to my breasts. I reached up to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.
"Get off of me!" I cried as quietly as I could so no one else would hear. He mumbled something against my nipple and held me tighter. My skin tingled under his tongue. He licked and sucked my chest, gently working my breast until it surrendered the sweet milk. His hot mouth lapped at my nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of his tongue.
To my horror, my whole body began to respond to his touch and my pussy started aching for something larger than his index finger. He must of sensed this, or maybe he was just finished suckling, but he flipped me back around and dove his hand back into my pussy. My slick juice dripped with each thrust of his hand, which made it easier to slide in a second finger and then a third. My mind was screaming no, but my body had begun to melt. Tom and I hadn't had much sex since the baby was born a few months ago, and the sexual beast inside me started waking up. I began to give in and wiggled against his hardness. He laughed when he realized I was trying to press my eager pussy against the mound in his pants. I was a common whore lusting after my husband's brother.
He teased and rubbed my clit with his thumb while his fingers stroked inside my pussy. I felt heat start to flow through me and I tried to grab onto the counter to steady myself. When he sensed that I was beginning to cum, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and gave my clit a hard pinch. I winced and whimpered, but he slapped his pussy soaked hand over my mouth.
"Keep quiet," Eddie growled into my ear.
He bent me over the counter and slipped his fingers into my mouth. I sucked my sweet pussy juice off of each digit like he had sucked the milk out of my breast. I couldn't believe how aroused I had become! I lifted my ass up, humping him through our clothes.
We stood there for a moment. He had one hand on my back, holding me against the countertop, and the other in my mouth. He rubbed his clothed dick against me and I sucked his fingers. I wondered briefly if anyone had noticed us, what we must look like. I got a little more excited thinking that someone could walk in on us at any moment. I couldn't see behind me, so perhaps someone had, and was simply enjoying the show. My body tingled and heated up again. I hated myself for being so turned on by this!
Panic shook me as Eddie let go to unzip his pants.
He was really going to do this! His family was one room away and he was going to rape me. Well, I rationalized, it was hardly rape considering how much my body was begging for his rock hard cock. After all, he had let go of me, but I hadn't even tried to get away. Still, my mind kept screaming that this shouldn't be happening.
"Don't do this," I pleaded between moans, still rubbing myself against him.
"Ha!" Eddie entwined his fist into my hair and pulled my head back against his shoulder, pinning me tighter against him, "Don't act like you don't want this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy little pussy begs for my cock. Does your husband know how much of a dirty whore you are?"
He tangled his fingers into my hair, pulled my head back and glided his tongue into my open mouth. I don't know why I did it, but I closed my mouth around his and kissed him, hard and dirty, until I had to stop and pant for breath.
"You are just delicious," He said, pushing me back down against the countertop. My nipples pressed against the cold tile, sending a shiver through me. My arousal widened, prickling my senses. I whimpered again, asking him to stop, but it didn't do any good. I'm not sure I meant it anyway.
He lifted up the back of my skirt, pushed my panties aside, and pressed the tip of his cock against my opening. He held tightly onto my hips, sliding his cock up and down my slit, making sure it was well lubricated with my lust. He teased my clit with the head of his cock until I just couldn't stand it anymore.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please what?" Eddie said, amusement in his voice.
"Please. Just put it in." I said in little more than a murmur.
"What do you want? I couldn't quite hear you," Eddie mocked.
"Just put it in!" I said as loud as I dared, "Please!"
"Like this?" Eddie asked, pushing into my hot, hungry pussy. He held me against the counter as he dipped his dick just barely past my pussy lips and pulled back out. He did this a few times, never going any deeper than an inch. I tried to force myself back onto him, but he just laughed.
"Just fuck me already! I want you to fuck me!" I cried in exasperation.
"I knew you'd come around." He grunted and planted the entire length of his cock into my pussy. I nearly screamed, but his fingers were back in my mouth, chocking back my sobs. He felt so much larger than Tom, but maybe it was just the danger of it that made it feel so good. He began fucking me, slow and deep, rubbing up against my g-spot with each thrust. It didn't take long before I felt the tingling spread through my body and knew I was about to cum. My pussy started contracting around his dick and I pushed back against him as he pounded into me. I felt my orgasm hit, radiating throughout my entire body, and I fumbled to steady myself against Eddie. The heat of orgasm enveloped me and I collapsed on the counter top, sniveling and shaking.
"God, you get tight," Eddie grunted, "No wonder Tom is always so damn happy."
My pussy quivered, the rapture fading a little with each pulse. I whimpered again, pushing back against his hardness.
"You're a hungry little thing, aren't you?" Eddie said with a sneer, "I better fill you up."
He started to speed up, hammering his cock into my dripping wet pussy. He spread my legs wide, his balls slapping against my clit. I felt him start to tighten. Oh, God! He was going to cum inside me. I wasn't on any birth control. I couldn't let him cum inside of me!
"No!"I begged, "Cum in my mouth. Let me suck you off!"
Eddie started to slow down.
"You want to suck my dick?"
"Yes, please! I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lick my pussy juice off of your cock. Please! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please don't cum inside my pussy!"
He reached down and started flicking my clit and rolling it between his thumb and finger. His dick was still rubbing my g-spot and since my last orgasm hadn't completely subsided, another one was coming on quick. My pussy tightened around his cock and I couldn't help but push back against him.
"You want to suck me?" Eddie began, "Well, darling, I imagine you'll be doing a lot of that from now on."
With that, he pushed into me to the hilt and shot a heavy load of cum strait into my waiting pussy. My orgasm intensified and I milked him dry. Every drop of my brother-in-law's cum was filling me up. What's worse was that I loved it! At that moment I knew I'd allow him to exploit my lust any time he wanted. Once he was finished, he pulled out of me and flipped me over. His cum started to trickle out of my pussy lips.
I was flushed from my head to my toes. He pulled me close for a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue continuing the assault he had just lead against my body. I yielded completely to him, allowing him to take advantage of me. When he pushed me away, he gave my nipple one last hard pinch and zipped up his pants. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking right past his family and down the hallway. I just stood there in complete disarray, his cum dripping out of my abused pussy.