Quinton during quarantine

by Adam

28 Apr 2020 4770 readers Score 9.6 (89 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Quinton must have noticed my face upon hearing my brother begging my husband to fuck him. It was a huge shock for me. My all-American, sports playing brother? The one that I'd looked up to all my life, hoping some day I could be half the man he was, was fucking my husband?

After a minute I burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. The absurdity of it was too much. I looked at Quinton, whose face was screwed up in a look of pure confusion. 

"That was my husbands phone, but he clearly didn't mean to call me." I said to him, breathless from laughing. 

"Ok, so what do you mean?" Quinton said clearly confused. 

"Well at first, I thought he was jerking off, because he was moaning. Then I heard someone begging him to fuck them. I would recognize the voice I heard anywhere. He's fucking my brother, my fuckin brother." I said. 

"OH DAMN!" Quinton said, with a smirk and a chuckle. "That's some fucked up family shit baby." He said coming closer to me and pulling me to him. 

"I guess I don't have to feel as guilty about you being here then, do I?"

"No baby, you don't." He said back, kissing me. "But, I do have to get going." 

With a deep, mouth conquering kiss, we pulled our clothes on and he headed out the door. Before he left he grabbed my phone and put his number in. 

"Text me anytime baby."

As I watched that fine ass man walk down the sidewalk to the alley, I started to think about what was going to happen now.

If you talk to anyone who knows me well, they'll tell you sometimes I rush into things without thinking them through. So, true to fashion, I called my brother not at all expecting him to pick up. 

"Hey Mikey, what's up?" I hear him breathlessly answer. 

"Hey Ryan, Andy just had to jet off to visit a client and the dishwasher just started spewing water everywhere, do you think you can come help me? You know how I am with anything mechanical, I'm all thumbs."

He chuckled, I'm sure involuntarily, because it's true. 

"Sure Mikey, I can come over in a bit and help you out." He said to me, sounding a bit reluctant. 

I was shaking a bit when I got off the phone, it wasn't until then that I started thinking about what I was going to do. You see, I'd always had a completely taboo crush on my brother. 

Like I said, he was a total jock in school. He was a triple threat playing hockey, football, and baseball. My favorites were football and baseball. He looked so fucking hot in those tight pants. His high, tight bubble butt, and his man sized crotch bulge always tantalized me. 

When we were younger, he's 4 years older than me, he was so protective and gentle with me. No matter who was over, he'd let me snuggle with him. Even in high school, he'd let me snuggle with him while we watched movies. Several nights a week I'd even crawl in bed with him and lay my head on his chest to sleep.

He'd gone on to place hockey in college, and was pretty good, not NHL good but got his schooling paid for. After college, he'd gotten married. My mom called it a flash pan wedding, because they were married and divorced within about 2 years. We never really understood why they got divorced, they didn't talk about it, we didn't really ask. 

Ryan had never remarried. There wasn't a friend in my parent's circle who wasn't trying to hook him up with a daughter, niece, friend - but he always politely declined. I figured it was because his job had him traveling a couple times a month, and he just didn't want to settle down. 

While I waited to hear from him, I considered taking a shower, thinking I shouldn't smell like a common whore when my brother shows up. However, I decided I wasn't going to, the bastard was fucking my husband after all. 

It seemed like ages before I got the "On my way..." text from my brother. While I didn't shower, I did put on the short, shorts I was wearing when Quinton cornered me in the garage. I left off my underwear, so I really looked like a whore. They really did make my ass look incredible. 

My brother always just walks into the house, knowing when we're home, I leave it unlocked. I grabbed a pitcher of water and poured it on the floor to make the story more believable. 

When I heard him pull up, I got on the floor on all fours and was pretending to clean up the mess I'd made as he came through the door. From where he was standing, my ass would be on fully display. One thing I knew for sure with these shorts on, they slipped down whenever I sat down or moved in general, so they had to be well down my ass. 

I heard my brother clear his throat behind me, and as I glanced back I saw his eyes fixed on my big bubble butt. 

"Hey Ryan, thank you so much for coming, it's a mess in here." I said, with my best damsel in distress voice. 

I went to stand and made sure that I left the towel on the floor, so I had to bend full over to pick it up. I was sure I heard a grown when I did. I turned around to face him and again caught his eyes rising from my ass. Without addressing the obvious, I walked over and gave him a tight hug. 

Ryan and I have always been huggers so this wouldn't be out of the ordinary for us, but I held it for a minute. His nose was buried in my neck, and I could tell he could smell Quinton on me. I could feel him growing against me.

"Did you get new cologne Mikey? You smell really good!" He said releasing me.

"No, I just haven't showered today, that's probably it."

"Show me what's wrong with the dishwasher."

I stepped back over to it getting down on hands and knees, making sure to pop my ass up, I put my head down almost to the ground.

"There seems to be water leaking from somewhere..." 

As I said that I wiggled my butt, like I was trying to maneuver into place. I felt the back of my shorts slip a little lower on my ass, and I could feel about half my ass hangin out. 

A heavy sigh came from behind me. I discretely glanced back at him, and he had lowered himself to his knees behind me, and was close enough that if I went to sit back on my feet I'd land on his crotch. So that's exactly what I did. 

As my ass made contact with his crotch, I pretended like I was shocked. 

"Oh shit, Ry, I didn't realize that you were right there." 

But, before I could move away, he gripped my hips and pulled me back. His cock was throbbing against my ass. 

"I know you heard us Mikey..." He said into my ear. 

"How?" I asked, hoping my twisted mind's answer was right.

"Because I wanted you to hear me. I wanted you to know it was me."

He wouldn't let me go, he was grinding his cock into my ass. 

"Why would you do that Ry?" I asked weakly.

"I didn't know how else to get you to look at me like you look at him." He said plainly. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" I spun around, asking. 

"I've always been jealous of Andy, you always looked at him so adoringly. You stopped looking at me like that when you met him. You were all I ever wanted."

I looked at him, without saying anything. 

"I came up with my plan that last time I was in Chicago for work. I was a gay bar and I saw Andy there with some nasty little twink. His tongue was so far down his throat, he was rimming him. I couldn't imagine how a man could have someone like you, and do what he was doing. So, I hatched my plan and I walked up to him and said hello. You should have seen how white that motherfucker got when he saw me. He pushed that poor little twink away like he had the plague. I told him he was going to be my bitch, or I would tell you. So, for the last month, I've been letting him think he had something over me by letting him fuck me a few times a week. I have to admit, he knows what to do with his cock."

I chuckled at that, because Andy may be an asshole, but he was an amazing fuck. That man could do things with his cock, that I'd never experienced. 

"I needed to gain his trust so I could do what I did. He walked in the hotel room, and when to clean up in the bathroom. While he was in there, I positioned his phone so I could call you while he fucked me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The part, shockingly, that I was stuck on wasn't that my brother set my husband up. It was that my brother was in a gay bar in Chicago. 

"Why were you at the gay bar in Chicago? Are you saying you're gay Ry?"

"All that I just told you, and that's what you took away from the conversation Mikey?" He said with a chuckle.

"Yes Mikey, I'm gay. For a long time I tried to convince myself that I was bi, but then I married Heather. I kept telling myself I could do it, I could be a good husband. Then, I went to conference in Dallas. While there, a co-worker thought it would be great to go to a drag show, if never been and didn't want to seem uptight so I agreed. About an hour into the show I was balls deep in some hot cowboy in the bathroom. All it took was a few drinks and I was ready. After I got home, I couldn't lie about it anymore. Sex with Heather never made me feel like that. When I got home from the trip I had worked myself up to tell her, but she was already gone. She'd left a note saying she couldn't lie about her feelings anymore and she'd run off with her college roommate." 

"Why didn't you tell me any of this Ry?" I asked softly.

"I didn't know what you'd say, I guess. You know what made me want that cowboy in Dallas? He looked like you Mikey." 

With that I launched at Ryan and attacked his mouth. I was hungry for my hunky brother. 

His lips felt so good on mine, I could taste the sweet mint of his gum as we kissed. His tongue was insistent yet soft. His hand slid down the back of my shorts and found my hole.

"Are you lubed up?" He asked incredulously.

"Umm, not exaclty..." I said, giving him a guilty look

A devilish smile crossed his face, "this sounds good, I want details..."

by Adam

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