Brotherly Love
by DChatterly 1996

When Tony and I first started seeing each other, I have to say, for
me the relationship was driven along by the fact he is incredibly
handsome. His body is near perfect; broad shoulders, trim waist,
taut bum and all those 'first impression' magic features that could
turn many heads towards him. I was ecstatic when he approached me in
the early part of a mutual friends wedding reception. We danced,
wildly at first, but soon clutched each other romantically as the
rhythms slowed. I hadn't been seeing anyone for two months; he had
split recently from a long-term affair, so there were none of the
attached complications that can stunt the beginning of a new
relationship.

      My name is Kerry, I'm twenty-two, and Tony is twenty-four. We
both still live with our parents, so privacy was continually
difficult to find; and as a result, intimacy very rare. We'd been
going out for three months before we had an opportunity to 'get
naked' with each other. His parents went off for a weekend, leaving
Tony in charge of his younger brother, and me excited at the
prospect of spending the weekend in his bed.

      The weekend began brightly enough, I dressed for the occasion
in a tight cleavage-revealing black bodice and new shiny black
leather trousers. I certainly felt in the mood as I sat relaxed on
the couch sipping a glass of champagne. We cuddled as we watched
some early evening television, waiting for Nick, Tony's younger
brother, to vacate the house. Nick had just turned eighteen, and was
readying himself for his first legal night out with his mates. He
buzzed around frantically, readying himself for going out, as Tony
and I waited impatiently for him to get out of our way.

      Nick was not as strikingly good looking as his brother, and
Tony always took pleasure in informing me that he'd never had a
girlfriend. He was considerably shorter than Tony, and quite visibly
overweight for his age. Whilst he continued the ordeal of getting
ready, for what he was hoping would be a lucky night, Tony
constantly whispered in my ear that he doubted Nick would be able to
pull tonight or any night. I kept telling him to shut up and try to
encourage him, but he would shout derogatory remarks about Nick's
weight, and how he'd probably run a mile if a woman were to come
onto him. When Nick appeared, finally ready to go, Tony insulted his
choice of clothes, laughing so outrageously at his lack of style
that he retreated hastily back to his room to try something else. A
few minutes passed and he still hadn't appeared so I told Tony I was
going to help him choose something suitable. His bedroom door was
half-open, so I marched straight in and was very embarrassed to find
him in the process of hoisting up a pair of underpants over his
large bum. He had his back to me, but what took me by surprise was
the size of the cock that was displayed briefly in the mirror before
being quickly concealed by his pants. It was huge, thick and
swinging heavily between his legs before being tucked carefully away
from sight. 'Oh excuse me,' I uttered as he turned to face me, his
face red. 'I was just going to offer you some help in choosing some
clothes to wear.' 'Thanks Kerry,' he smiled, still very red, 'but
I'm not going to bother going out now, I'm not in the mood.' I
returned to Tony with the news that Nick was staying in. He was
furious, and shouted angrily that he's better stay put in his room
or else his life wouldn't be worth living. When Tony calmed down he
turned his full attentions towards me. With the champagne going to
my head, I was filled with thoughts of our impending night together,
the image of Nick's cock - that I'd viewed earlier - was still
lingering on my mind. I was excited at the prospect of Tony, being
Nicks older brother, having a similar shape and size, and, having
the confidence and experience to know exactly what to do with it.
Tony began to run his hands lightly down the smoothness of my
leather trousers. The heat in the room was affecting me, I could
feel a moistness developing between my legs and my breathing
increased its pace as he unzipped and peeled down the tight
trousers. I raised my bottom to make the task easier, and soon I was
kicking them off watching him eyeing the shape of my cunt beneath
the only item I now wore - the tight bodice. 'I want you,' I
whispered eagerly, prompting his next move by popping the fastener
between my legs. My trim pubic hair came into view, and I directed
his hand towards it. With my hand still over his I guided it up and
down over my swollen labia, showing him exactly where my clitoris
was positioned, and the way in which I liked it being stroked. It
stood flushed and prominent and reacted to his touch. My next move
was to get his jeans off, so my other arm tugged at his belt, button
and zip to get make my intentions clear. He unbuttoned his own shirt
to reveal his very masculine chest. But I'd seen it before and was
eager to have his cock in my hand to add to the anticipation of
having it exactly where I wanted it. With his jeans unbuttoned, I
slid my hand impatiently inside to dissolve my increasing curiosity.
I gripped him tightly, but found I couldn't hide my disappointment
as, although hard, my hand curled too easily around a very slim
penis. I heard myself sigh, forgetting all feminine tact, as I
continued to feel to determine what its length was. Tony yelped, and
I was aware of the unexpected feeling of fluid spilling over my
wrist. 'God, I'm sorry,' he remarked, as I realised what had
transpired. My hand remained inside his jeans completely covering
his now shrivelling manhood. I felt it shrink further and it quickly
softened, almost vanishing, in my hand. I should of been flattered
that I had had this affect on him, but I was deflated and
disappointed, and couldn't bring myself to console him. Tony reached
over, kissed me on the cheek and closed his eyes to shield the
embarrassment in them. 'Give me ten minutes honey,' he said,
lounging back on the couch. 'I'm actually not feeling too good.' I
stood up, aware of the tight bodice still firmly wrapped around my
breasts, but unbuttoned at the bottom. He hadn't even got that far,
I thought as I made my way to the bathroom to wash my wrist. I
looked back at my handsome boyfriend lying on the couch; with a
small boys cock laying lightly on his lap.

When I came back out of the toilet, fumbling with the popper on my
bodice, I came face to face with Nick. 'Sorry,' he remarked as he
attempted to brush past me. He wore a dressing gown and was holding
the tie rope firmly shut. 'Excuse,' he uttered as I blocked his
path. I smiled and asked him if he was all right. He gave me a shy
smile and nodded, trying his hardest not to look at my half dressed
state. 'I've decided to go out after all,' he muttered. 'It'd drive
me crazy staying in listening to you two at it all night.' 'Hardly,'
I replied, and motioned towards the door, behind which Tony lay. 'I
think we're done.' I laughed as his expression turned to one of
confusion. 'Why don't I help you chose what to where then.' He was
going to reply, but I marched into his room and turned to ensure he
followed. 'Come on then.' I asserted, standing just inside his
bedroom. He moved hesitantly into his room beside me. I shut the
door behind him. 'Right, let's see what you've got.' 'Eh, the
clothes are in that wardrobe,' he said, pointing to the far end of
his untidy room. I marched past him, opened the wardrobe, and began
assessing the options. I untangled a hangar or two and tossed some
garments onto the bed. 'I think that shirt will probably go well
with these,' I held up a pair of canvas jeans. 'Let us see then,' I
said handing him the clothes and perching on the edge of his bed.
The light in the room was very dim, but I knew he was becoming
braver in where he allowed his eyes to wander upon me. My bared legs
were definitely the focus of his attention. 'I'll not look,' I said,
smiling and nodding to the clothes draped over his arm. 'All right
then,' he uttered confidently, but turned his back to me. He slipped
the robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 'I really
must lose some weight,' he spoke whilst he wrapped the shirt quickly
over his thick shoulders. 'Depends from where you want to lose it,'
I responded instantly. I lay back onto his bed, stretching my legs
out in his direction. He turned to me as he began buttoning the
shirt up. The underpants he wore bulged, almost more than the thin
fabric could handle. 'Don't lose any from there.' I pointed to below
his waist, keeping my eyes fixed firmly to where I meant. 'Don't
Kerry, you're embarrassing me.' He spoke quietly, half turning his
body away from me. 'Hey Nick, you've nothing at all to be
embarrassed about,' I said. 'It's your brother who should be shy
about that area. I wish he had half of what you've got.' I laughed
to try and relieve some of the tension, but he was grappling with
the trousers at his feet to pull them on. He was struggling to bend
down far enough to slide them onto his ankles, this made his
embarrassment worse, and he eventually slung himself down in a heap
on the floor. Luckily he laughed at his efforts.

Before I had even time to think about what I was doing, I slid off
the bed and edged towards him. 'Here, let me help,' I said as I
crawled in his direction. I grabbed the trousers in both hands and
began sliding them over his ankles. As the trousers reached the top
of his thighs, I became fixated on the bulge concealed by his pants.
'You'll have to move this out the way,' I remarked and moved a hand
upon it. He flinched when I made contact, but I gripped his hardness
and moved my other hand to the elastic waistband. 'Let me see it
again Nick,' I whispered, and he made no attempt to stop me. I
pulled the pants aside and the object of my attention sprang out
eagerly. My own heart rate increased dramatically, as I took a firm
grip of his bared manhood. I was aware of a longing in me, a force
I'd never known before, that was driving me to quench this sudden
and total desire. I spent a moment caressing him, getting familiar
with the part I intended to invite inside me. His eyes closed
tightly as his expression altered and relaxed. Soft moaning emanated
from his tight lips. I lowered me head and gently brushed the tip of
my tongue across the swollen tip of his member. My hand moved slowly
up and down it's length. The warmth it released, added to the
powerful throbbing that was so prominent, urged me to pull the whole
tip deeply within my mouth. It filled it completely, but not
uncomfortably. My tongue now moved resolutely over the length that I
held solidly between my lips. My spare hand had already released the
poppers from my tight bodice. Two of my  fingers enthusiastically
found there way into the wet area that longed their attention. Two
turned to three, and I realised I was more than ready for receiving
what I continued to gorge upon. I slipped him out from my mouth,
allowing my lips to begin a new journey. They traced a path slowly
up towards his face, and the rest of my body altered its positioning
above him. With one hand still clutching his cock, and the other
deep inside myself, it was surprisingly easy to draw his length into
me. I gasped loudly as it began to penetrate me, gasped again when I
made a sudden jolt to speed up its journey into me. When I had taken
as much as I could, I felt helpless, wanton, childlike and driven by
urges totally alien to me. As I gyrated, pulled and pushed upon him,
I was unable to hold back cries which reflected my desire to sustain
this feeling forever. Deeply it moved, deeper than I had ever known,
more fulfilling and perfect. Nick moved his position, realising my
state, and began to bear down on top of me. The sweat dripped from
the end of his nose and fell tantalisingly onto my top lip. I licked
as I screamed and urged him on. He continued expertly, as wave upon
wave of deep orgasms shuddered through me. My eyelids were forced
open, forcing my eyeballs to roll uncontrollably towards the top of
my head. I was staring beyond his contorted face and saw Tony
standing over his brother. He was shaking, his mouth hung wide open
but speechless. I couldn't help but smile devilishly as I continued
to be impaled by Nick's huge cock. His hands pulled up my bodice and
revealed my swelling breasts; the nipples ached, standing erect and
deep red as he played eagerly with them. 'Kerry,' Tony hissed, but I
couldn't bring myself to respond. He held his own cock in his hand,
gesturing me towards it. I reached up and held it between two
fingers and couldn't stop myself from laughing loudly. Nick speeded
up the movements of his hips, until he tensed and gripped me
heavily. Tony's cock, still in my hand, once again spilt a small
dribble of semen upon my wrist, just as Nick let himself go and
delivered his own batch deep and powerfully within me. I felt the
discharge surging against my unprotected womb and I came again, with
an uncontrollable yell. It has transpired that I still date Tony,
still go out with him as his girlfriend. But when it comes time to
make love, well, that's when Nick takes over. and Tony waits
patiently in the background, only occasionally popping up to wet my
wrist with his thin seed.



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