My Brother-In-Law

I don't know when it started. I guess I wasn't paying attention. I'd seen my brother in law grow up, I'd been with his sister for 9 years afterall. My now wife and I had moved away around his 17th birthday and spent the last two years living in DC. Six months ago we moved back to Austin and that's when I laid eyes on my brother in law again. The lanky 17-year-old kid we left behind had grown into a 19 year old young man. He had filled out some, put on that freshman 15 but also added some muscle along with that. He carried himself with a sincere and coolness about him. He had really come into his own.

When he saw us enter his father's house he ran over and picked his sister up spinning her around ecstatic to see her after so long. Putting her down he came over to me and that's when everything changed. He hugged me, a real full hug like before, but this time I could feel his bulge brush mine. Neither of us was hard, but it sent a jolt through my body and I know I started to turn red. He whispered in my ear that he had missed me before giving me an extra squeeze and breaking our hug. I stood stunned. It had been years since I'd had these feelings, the electricity below my balls and the churning in my stomach. I berated myself at having them for this innocent kid though grown into a man.

Over the next 6 months, things kept happening and I kept pushing them down in my mind. After all this was a good Christian boy, going to a Christian school. This was nothing more than the innocent playfulness of youth and yet it was getting to me. More hugs that lingered and other affectionate touching, a few swats at my ass, leaning against me when we were all sitting at his dads house. All of it causing my cock to chub in my jeans every time. I started to take notice of the bulge in his jeans, shaking my head to move my focus somewhere else. Other times I'd find myself looking at his lips and the way he licked them when he was thinking. No, I'd scream in my mind. He's 19 and I'm married to his sister.

I was starting to find reasons not to go over to family events, picking up extra projects at work and even taking more work trips, but none of this helped. He was still there, sitting at the edge of my mind, pulling my focus when I wasn't diligent. One night I was laying in my hotel room knowing I was to fly back for a family birthday party the next day. I had had a few drinks at the hotel bar after the gym and was set to shower. My mind started to wander and I thought about him. I had recently seen his hairy chest and the way the happy trail led into his jeans while we changed to go running with this dad. With the very thought, my cock began to thicken in my shorts. I sat on the corner of the bed and tried to push the thoughts out to my head, but my cock had already won, rock hard and throbbing. I touched it and felt the amazing head coming off of it. I couldn't hold it back. I laid back feet planted on the floor and pulled my cock out of the leg of my shorts. Licking my palm I wrap it around the flared red-head and start to stroke. I reach up with my other hand and tweak my nipples, with every stroke I can feel the cum churning in my balls and I moan loudly. It feels like forever, but within only a few minutes I'm right at the edge. Legs spread open, hips pumping my cock through my furiously moving hand, and sweat dampening my face.

I moan his name, and with that my balls contract and I lose control. The first shot hits my lips and I picture him shirtless. I shoot 7 more shots of cum all over my chest and stomach. Chest heaving I can't believe what I've done... How was I gonna survive the party?