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My Brother Breeds Me Pt. 1

Alison is excited when her brother comes to stay. Will she get too excited?

The story I feel I must share started when my brother left his fiancée. Brett came home from work early one day and caught Julia in bed with one of her ex-boyfriends. Of course, she had a raft of excuses, how it was only the one time and she really loved Brett and it would never happen again. But of course, my baby brother was smarter than that. He packed up that day and never looked back. I’d moved west when I married my husband, Mike, but our sister Meg still lived close by, and Brett was able to stay with her.

But it was just a few months later when Brett called me. He caught me at work, and I was glad for the interruption. It was the middle of the summer and things were dead. Nobody does business in the summer and since I work for an office machine supply company, I had nothing to do but endlessly scroll TikTok.

Brett and I had always been very close, despite the five years between us. Brett came to live with us when he was eleven and I was fifteen. Our sister Meg was a senior in high school. Closer in age, Brett and I bonded instantly. I was thrilled when our parents decided to make it official and adopt him. He was already my brother in every way that mattered. I even got angry when people referred to him as my adopted brother. Brett was simply my brother. Geography was the only reason we’d drifted apart.

“Brett! I am so glad to hear from you! How are things going out there?” It was late on a Friday afternoon and typically I was the only one left in the office.

“Hey, big sis. You know how things are. Sometimes, good sometimes bad.” Brett sounded down and I could tell something was wrong.

“What is it? Did Julia try to contact you again?”

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

“Honey, I can read you like a book. Now tell Alison all about it. I promise to make it all better.”

“Actually, there is something you could do for me, but I don’t know. I hope it’s not too much to ask.”

Now it sounded serious. “So, tell me. Do you need money?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. Well, I guess it is something like that. You see, I need a place to stay.”

“What about Meg? Did something happen?” I love our sister dearly, but I know she can be a bitch sometimes.

“Don’t get all down on Meg. Nothing happened. It’s just things are getting more serious with her boyfriend and he asked her to live with him. And I don’t think the three of us living in the same apartment would work out. Simon and I really don’t get along. He just doesn’t like me.”

“Come on, how could anyone not like you? You’re my favorite person!”

“I think having me around cramps his style, you know. Think maybe he has a problem getting busy with Meg when her brother is right in the next room,” Brett laughed.

“Ha! Mike never had that problem. When we stayed at Mom and Dad’s last Christmas, he screwed me with everyone in the house.”

“Alison, I’m shocked to hear you talk like that!” I knew Brett was always teasing. When we were younger, we were very open about everything. Brett always came to me for advice when he discovered girls and in return, I gave him the benefit of my experience, such as it was.

“So how can I help you? Down payment on an apartment?”

“Not exactly. Glad to hear what you said about Mike, though. Cause what I need is to stay with you guys for a while. It’s either that or move back in with Mom and Dad and that’s something I don’t want to do at twenty-eight.”

“But what about your job?” I asked. Brett was an assistant manager at an electronics chain. Not a great job I know, but he was next in line to get his own store.

“There are stores everywhere. I’m sure I can get transferred to one there. It might set me back a few months, but you have to do what you have to. So, what do you say?”

“You know I would love to have you stay with us for a while, honey. I do have to ask Mike, though. I can’t say yes for him.”

“I understand that. Could you talk it over with him and let me know?”

“Sure, but don’t worry. I don’t think Mike will have a problem. I’ll call you over the weekend, promise.”

“Thanks, Alison.”

“No problem.”

“Love ya, sis.”

“Right back at you.”

The more I thought about it the more excited I got about the idea. It would be great to have Brett stay with us. Mike and I had a four-bedroom house, and it was just the two of us, so it wasn’t like space was a problem. Brett had never been a major partier, so I knew noise wouldn’t be a problem. Mike does like his privacy, but I knew I could sell it. He wouldn’t even know Brett was there.

I planned on seducing my husband to make the ask go easier. Our love life had been lackluster since Mike started his new job. He made a lot more money than at his previous firm, but a lot more stress came with that and lately a lot of travel. His company was trying to open a new divisional office in Houston and Mike was flying down there for a week at a time at least once a month.

It seemed like we hardly ever had time alone together anymore and when we did, he was always preoccupied. He promised things would be better when everything was settled in Houston, but I was tempted to tell him that the money wasn’t worth it if the job was going to make him miserable. On top of all that, we’d decided to start trying for a baby, but that was hard when we never had sex.

That Saturday night I told Mike I wanted to order takeout. It was a place we ordered from all the time and right after Mike left to pick it up, I called back and asked them to stall my husband for fifteen minutes or so. I ran all around the house getting things ready.

First thing, I lost the t-shirt and shorts I’d been wearing all day and slipped into the sexiest white lace bra and panty set I owned. Mike loves my breasts. They aren’t the biggest, but they’re firm and he always says they’re perfect. I hate to sound conceited, but he’s right. It was so sheer that my nipples, which Mike had always compared to ripe strawberries, showed right through.

Over the lingerie set, I pulled on a short, gossamer kimono I’d gotten at my bridal shower. I never wore much make-up, but that night I chose my sluttiest red lipstick. There wasn’t much I could do with my blonde hair, which falls an inch or two past my shoulders, in that short amount of time, so I just teased it out.

I lit a dozen candles in our living room and turned out all the lights, streamed a romantic playlist, and waited for him on the couch. Right on cue, Mike came home bearing several cardboard containers of Chinese food.

“Hey, honey, where are you? Why is it so dark in here?” Mike called from the kitchen.

“Just bring the food into the living room.”

Mike came in and stopped in his tracks. It had been a long time since I surprised him like this. Seeing him speechless, I smiled.

“Do you like your appetizer?” I was lounging on the couch, with my legs crossed. I think I have pretty nice legs for being five-five.

“Looks pretty good from here,” Mike said, setting the food down on the coffee table.

“Then you should come and have a taste,” I told him. I lifted my legs so Mike could sit and then laid them across his lap.

Mike leaned in a kissed me. I’ve always loved my husband’s lips. While we kissed, he pushed my robe open and he cupped my breast, stroking my nipple with his thumb, making me gasp into our kiss. My nipples are so sensitive, I think having them teased is my favorite thing. My nipple hardened under his touch, tingling as blood rushed to it. He broke our kiss and I saw he had the plum sauce in his hand. Mike took off the lid and pushed the bra strap from my shoulder, baring my breast.

Tipping some plum sauce onto my breast, Mike flicked his tongue, spreading the warm sauce across was nipple and licking it clean. It felt so good! His lips followed his tongue and he gently sucked on my nipple. I held Mike’s head and felt my heat growing. He pinched and rolled my other nipple while he sucked at the one. He peeled back the other side of my bra and teased back and forth until I was going crazy.

I pulled Mike’s polo shirt off over his head and pulled him on top of me to kiss him. I think Mike is still in pretty good shape for thirty-three. Sure, he’s not the hard body he was when we met seven years ago, but life gets in the way. With work, he just doesn’t have time to hit the gym the same way he used to. And Mike’s brown hair is thinning on top, but at least he doesn’t try and hide it. Mike is my husband and to me, he is still as handsome as the day we met.

Things really sped up then. I could feel Mike grinding his cock into me even through his jeans and we both clawed to get them off. Once Mike was naked, he was on top of me, pulling at my panties. I was so wet from his playing with my nipples, but I could have used a little more foreplay before he tried to shove it into me. Even so, I was ready for him. I had one leg over the back of the couch, and he shoved into me, filling my wet pussy. Mike’s got such a nice cock. He wasn’t too big, but I’ve never been a size queen. He was big enough to get the job done.

Mike held himself over me and shoved his cock in and out of me. He was hard, but I could tell not as hard as he could have been. Still, he thrust it into me, hard and fast and I gripped him inside me. It was the most attention he’d paid me in weeks, and I loved it.

“Yes, Mike!” I moaned. “That feels so good!”

“Mmm, honey, I love you. You feel incredible,” Mike grunted.

I raised my hips to meet his thrusts and put my arms around his neck. Despite the central air, sweat ran off Mike’s forward, dripping down and his breathing was getting heavy. I knew he was getting close. His cock felt like it was swelling inside me. I was getting close to finishing too. I wanted him to hold out so I could come with him.

“Baby, hold out please, just a little longer,” I urged, getting closer and closer. Mmm, it had been so long, I was so ready. Touching myself just wasn’t the same as this.

“Yeah…yeah…yeah…” Mike said, but even as he did, I could feel him tensing up. “Alllliiisssoonnn…” He moaned, flexing his hips, and shooting deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back, holding him in place as I humped back up at him. So close. If he could stay hard just a little longer. My pussy was gripping him like a fist as I worked his cock.

But it was all to no avail. I felt Mike’s cock shriveling inside me, and he slipped out with a wet pop. I let out a sigh and hoped Mike couldn’t hear the frustration in it. It looked like I would be spending extra time in the shower again tonight.

Mike laid on top of me and kissed me. “Alison, that felt so incredible. I can’t believe you set all this up.”

I couldn’t help but think, Yeah, while it lasted. I pushed Mike’s chest, and he took the hint and climbed off. I pulled my bra back in place and pulled the kimono closed but didn’t bother with my panties. I reached for the food. I was famished. “It did feel good, honey.”

While we ate, I brought up the subject of Brett staying with us. I explained all about the situation with Meg.

“Poor guy can’t get a break. Actually, I think it’s a great idea. With me spending so much time on the road lately it will be good to have someone with you here. I don’t like the idea of you being alone so much.”

“Really? You don’t mind?” I asked. I didn’t really think he would have a problem, but I didn’t think he would be so enthusiastic either.

“No, really it’s a great idea. Besides, I know you’ve missed him living out here. It’ll be great for you two to catch up.”

“Thanks, Mike. I love you.” I said, kissing him.

“I love you too.”

I planned to call Brett first thing in the morning and give him the good news.

Leaving a lonely, sexually frustrated wife alone with a new man, even if he’s her adopted brother, can’t be a good idea. Will temptation spark between these close siblings? Find out in My Brother Breeds Me Pt. 2!

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