Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2022 11:53:09 -0400
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: Seducing My Husband's Brother (Category: Bisexual Incest)

"Seducing My Husband's Brother"

This is my first story in the bisexual section. You can find my gay incest
stories in the gay section or at phoenix-stories.com

KIRSTIN:

    Sitting in one of the front pews of the church, I could hear my name
whispered by multiple people around us. My husband and I had just rolled
up in a new $90k car, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by the town's
resident busybodies. Sunday service was about to begin, and a good amount
of the congregation needed a reminder that Envy is a sin. Then again so
it Pride, so I'm hardly one to speak.

    I couldn't help but feel proud of the life I'd built for myself. In
marrying Thad Harland three years ago I'd snagged one of the town's most
eligible bachelors. He came from a good Texan family with strong morals.
They didn't exactly have oil money but they did pretty well for
themselves by ranching. Well enough for Thad to go to law school and
become and renowned attorney, only to be followed by his younger brother
Earl who was a physiotherapist with several top-tier athletes as clients.
As Mrs. Thad Harland, I didn't need a job other than taking care of our
four-bedroom house and one-year-old daughter.

    Thad and I had met at this very church. My mama always told me to
look for a man at church rather than a bar, and she wasn't wrong. The
only problem with dating church men in my early 20s was that
they so goshdarn boring. I had a few fuck buddies back then -- truckers,
farmhands, plumbers; nobody I would actually consider marrying but they
were EXCELLENT in bed. The men from the congregation just put me to
sleep, and I could swear some of them were still virgins.

    Until Thad, that is. On our very first date at a fancy restaurant, he
started dropping several sexual hints. I played along all too happily. An
hour later, we were skipping dessert and Thad was eating me out in the
backseat of his car in the restaurant parking lot. He'd offered to drive
us back to his place but I preferred doing it right there in public,
which sparked up a naughty twinkle in Thad's eyes as well.

    We didn't fuck that night but we've done pretty much every
conceivable thing since, including acts that would give our fellow
churchgoers a heart attack. I loved to eat Thad's ass and he returned the
favor. I also fucked him using a strap-on on occasion. Like most straight
men, Thad had never been fucked before but after I brought it up he
agreed to humor me, "just this once." Turns out he liked it more than he
anticipated, and now he came to me asking for it himself.

    The sermon started, and I sat in the pew with my gorgeous husband on
my right, daydreaming about possibly fucking him tonight. As interesting
as my fantasy was, one person managed to distract my attention. It was
the person sitting right next to me on my left: Thad's brother Earl. He
probably noticed me daydreaming and he just smiled at me. It was a smirk
that seemed to suggest "I know what you're thinking about," even though
he couldn't possibly know I was picturing myself wrecking his
strait-laced older brother's ass.

    Earl was two years younger than Thad. They looked alike as much as
siblings who weren't twins could, even though Thad's dark-blond hair was
almost brown and Earl's was several shades lighter. 31-year-old Thad's
eyes were brown and Earl's were green, but other than that there weren't
many differences. Both stood at about 6'2", with smooth-shaved square
jawlines and Adam's apples that made it look like they'd swallowed a
jawbreaker.

    If I hadn't married Thad, I would've certainly tried my chances with
Earl. Surprisingly he was still single, only recently getting out of a
longterm relationship that everyone expected would lead to the altar. How
any woman could let go of a man like Earl was beyond me. As he sat next
to me in a button-up that looked like it might rip under the pressure of
all his muscles, I wondered what that torso might look like without a
shirt.

    This wasn't my first time fantasizing about Earl, even if he was my
husband's brother. For one, he was handsome as fuck. Granted, his brother
was just as fit -- Thad and I both went to the gym regularly -- but the
forbidden fruit's always sweeter. Besides, they were just fantasies, and
that never hurt no one.

    Dreaming about the two brothers got me horny. Discreetly, I took my
husband's left hand and placed it on my right thigh. I was wearing the
shortest dress I could get away with in church and I pulled it up until
most of my thighs were exposed.

    "What're you doing?" Thad leaned in and whispered in my ear. In doing
so, he also placed his right hand on my thigh, turning me on even more.

    Instead of answering verbally, I just took my husband's right hand
and guided it up my leg until it was between my legs. I looked around. On
Thad's other side, his parents were sitting with my daughter in Thad's
mom's lap, none of them paying attention to us. On my other side was
Earl, but I wasn't particularly worried what he might see. In a way,
I hoped he would see his big brother fingering me right here in the
middle of the sermon.

    Thad played along and fingered me with his index and middle finger
for a few minutes before pulling out. When he did, I looked straight at
Earl's face which was sporting another smirk. Did he know? Did he notice
what just happened? Maybe I'll soon find out. After the service, I
decided to invite my in-laws over to our house.

    "It's such a hot day. Why don't we spend it by the pool?" I
suggested, eager to see both Harland brothers shirtless.

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    Back at our house, Earl borrowed a pair of board shorts from his
brother and they both jumped in the pool. I made margaritas and I joined
the two brothers in the pool, wearing a modest bikini. I wished I could
don one of my sexier pieces, but I didn't want to do it in front of
Thad's parents. After a while, my husband got out of the pool to make
lunch for everyone, leaving me alone with his sexy brother.

    "So how did you like today's service?" Earl asked me. His mischievous
tone made it sound like a double entendre more than anything.

    "It was a very nice... service," I tried to sound both flirty and
casual at the same time. Earl and I had joked around like this in the
past, but we'd never crossed any serious lines. There's a first time for
everything... The margaritas were strong and successful at lowering my
inhibitions.

    What Earl did next was to splash me with water. Even though we were
in the pool, I'd been trying to keep my hair as dry as possible.

    "What're you doing?!" I shouted at my brother-in-law.

    "I'm tryna get you wet," he replied, and it took me a moment for his
words to register.

    "And what happens after I get wet?" I asked, wiping water off my
eyelids and looking at Earl. I'd been right: with his shirt off he was
every bit as buff and sexy as his brother.

    "That's up to you," Earl replied sensually. Just as I was about to
lose control and kiss my husband's brother right there and then, my
mother-in-law came to announce lunch was ready.

    We all got dressed and we ate. After the meal, Thad's parents started
to get ready to leave. As per usual, my mother-in-law was having a hard
time saying goodbye to her granddaughter, saying things like "I'd like to
take you with me and keep you forever."

    "Why don't you take her for the night?" I suddenly suggested. "If you
want to, I can pick her up tomorrow morning."

    My plan worked like a charm. Soon, Thad's parents were off, taking
the baby with them. I was home alone with the two brothers.

    "Let's go back in the pool," I said, keen on getting half-naked
again. The brothers put their board shorts back on, but I went to my
closet and picked out a bikini so small that I couldn't get away with
wearing it at a family-friendly beach.

    When Thad and Earl saw me, they eyes went wide like they were cartoon
characters. My husband had seen me wear this before during a trip to
Europe, but my brother-in-law had never set eyes on me in something so
revealing. I walked up to the pool with a fresh batch of margaritas,
fully intending on lowering the Harland brothers' reservations and seeing
where tonight might lead us.

    As the afternoon turned to evening we started to get chilly and we
moved to the outdoor hot tub. There, my husband and I kept hugging and
groping each other's asses, even though his brother was sitting right in
front of us. When I reached between Thad's legs at one point, I realized
his cock was hard as a rock. I grabbed it under the surface of the water
and stroked it through his wet trunks. Now that he was so turned on, I
decided to up the ante.

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    "You boys don't mind if I take this off, right?" I said, already
untying the strings of my bikini top. Before they had a chance to say
anything, both brothers had my boobs right in their faces.

    "Ahem. You alright, honey?" my husband asked, stroking my bare back.

    "Yeah, I just wanted to get more comfortable. You don't mind, do
you?" I asked him flirtily.

    "No. I mean, if you don't..." Thad said, looking at his brother.

    "Not at all!" Earl assured us, his signature smirk on his face.

    We continued drinking and flirting this way. Of course, the
conversation became a lot more sexually charged. My husband reached over
and grabbed my tits a couple of times, something he never did in front of
his brother before.

    "What I wanna know," I said with my hand still on my husband's cock,
"is if you two ever did anything sexy together. A threesome with the same
girl, maybe?"

    "Why, are you offering?" Earl asked seductively.

    "No, we've never had a threesome with the same girl," my husband
answered my question.

    "Although, we... well..." Earl said.

    "What?!" I asked eagerly.

    The two brothers looked at each other and I knew there was a story
there. I rubbed my husband's dick through his shorts, hopeful to hear the
tale.

    "Well... You asked if we'd done anything sexual together," Thad said.
"When we were in high school, we went camping with a bunch of our
friends. All guys, five or six of us. We started a camp fire, had a few
beers, and... long story short, we had a circle jerk."

    "Really?!" I smiled ear-to-ear.

    "Yes. Thad and I were sitting next to each other," Earl grinned at
me. By now, I was certain he could tell I was jacking his brother off
under the water and I wasn't even attempting to hide it.

    "Is that the first time you saw each other's dicks?" I asked.

    "Hell nah! We'd seen each other a bunch of times. Although that might
be the first time we saw each other hard," my hubby explained.

    "First and last. So far," Earl winked at me.

    "It's been so long. Maybe it's time for a repeat," I suggested.

    "What do you mean?" Thad asked.

    Next, I took my hand off his erection and untied the drawstring of
his shorts. Thad seemed to be putting in no resistance, so I started
pulling them down. It took some effort to get them past his hard
throbbing cock, but I was no quitter. Past his knees, shins, and ankles,
and I pulled the shorts out of the hot tub, throwing them away
ceremoniously. Now, I was free to grab my husband's nine-inch boner
without any material in the way.

    "Are you hard?" I asked my brother-in-law, staring him right in the
eyes while stroking his brother's meat.

    "Maybe," Earl replied sultrily.

    I didn't need to say anything next. Earl pulled off his trunks by
himself, throwing them out of the tub to show he was now nude.

    "Stand up," I said to the two brothers, enjoying my dominant role.

    The Harlands listened to me. They both got up, the water now reaching
to the top of their thighs. Their dicks were visible in all of their
erect glory. Two hard, cut, all-American dicks, Earl's probably an inch
longer than his brother's. They even kept their pubic hair equally
trimmed and their balls shaved.

    I placed a hand on each of the brother's ball sacks. I looked at my
husband, who wasn't objecting to me touching his brother like this.

    "Let's get out of the tub," I said. Somehow, I'd become leader for
the evening, and I intended to take full advantage of it.

    I walked ahead, with the two brothers following me behind like
faithful dogs. I was only 5'6" and I enjoyed having two tall, large,
muscular men like them trailing after me. I led them to the master
bedroom, where I sat on the bed. The Harlands came to sit on each side of
me. As soon as their thick asses had touched the mattress, I stood back
up. I walked across the room and sat in an armchair instead, watching the
brothers sit on our marital bed by themselves.

    "Why don't you jerk off for me like you did during that camping
trip?" I said.

    "Would that turn you on?" my husband smiled at me and then looked
over at his brother as if to ask "Are you cool with this?"

    Earl answered the silent question by wrapping his fist around his
hard dick and starting to pump up and down. My husband began to do the
same thing. As much as I loved Thad's dick, for now I was mostly paying
attention to Earl's ten-incher. It was my first time seeing my
brother-in-law's cock and my first time seeing it hard at that! I'd been
right: every woman to let him go was definitely missing out.

    Both brothers began manspreading, their knees bumping against each
other as they opened their legs as wide as they could. It was funny:
looking at them was almost like looking at a reflection in a mirror. They
had the same exact technique, both of them jerking off with their right
arms and occasionally tugging on their balls with their left, as if
they'd been practicing this together.

    Their muscular stomachs inflated and deflated as the brothers'
breathing became more intense. Maybe they were doing this for me, but
they were certainly enjoying themselves as well. Occasionally, they would
look up and make eye contact with me or one another, but for the most
part they were ignoring each other even though their legs were literally
rubbing together.

    "I want you to look at each other's cocks," I said. "I want you to
look at each other while you jerk off."

    The Harlands obeyed. My husband looked to his right, where his
brother was sitting. Earl looked to his left, staring down at Thad's
cock. Now that they were observing each other, their movements became
even more synchronized.

    "Fuck, you guys are so hot," I said, sliding my fingers in my bikini
bottom and touching myself. This distracted my husband, who looked over
at me.

    "Look your brother in the eyes," I told Thad. He did as I asked and
he and Earl made intense eye contact while jerking off. I could FEEL the
sexual energy flowing between the two brothers, charged up to a hundred.

    The Harlands' rigid cocks started leaking precum from their yawning
piss slits. When they noticed it, they both used it as lube to stroke
their shafts. To add to it, Earl spat in his hand first. A moment later,
his brother imitated the gesture. With their hands wet, I could now hear
the fapping noise as both of them beat their meat with their fists.

    "Jerk each other off," I moaned.

    The brothers looked away from each other and they turned to me. I
noticed hesitation in my husband's brown eyes, but he didn't say
anything. His younger brother was the one to take the next step. Earl's
right hand wrapped itself around Thad's dick, slowly starting to move up
and down, mixing their saliva and precum on Thad's shaft.

    The older Harland brother couldn't not return the favor. He turned
around to his right and placed his hand on his brother's cock, stroking
it in up-and-down movements as well. Once again, their tempo was
perfectly synchronized. Without me needing to ask them now, the brothers
looked one another dead in the eyes. They masturbated each other like
this for several minutes, occasionally letting soft moans and grunts
escape their lips. Every now and then, one of them would spit in his hand
and then take his brother's prick with it, using man-made lube.

    "You boys are gorgeous," I assured them. "Get on your knees on the
bed. I wanna see those booties."

    The two brothers let go of each other's dicks. Like obedient cadets,
they jumped on their knees on the bed, with their size-12 feet dangling
off the edge. They were kneeling upright, both of them jerking off while
showing off for me. They both had AMAZING asses. My husband's was
slightly hairy, which I never had a problem with. His brother had sparser
hair, or maybe it was just lighter and more difficult to see. Either way,
men often tend to neglect their glutes so I was thrilled that that wasn't
the case with the Harland brothers. Their asses were so perfectly thick
that I couldn't get enough.

    "Bend down and show me your holes," I instructed. My husband and his
brother let go of their dicks and they fell down on all fours, pushing
their assholes out. "Spread them open!"

    Thad and Earl fell to their shoulders on the bed, reaching back with
their hands and using them to spread their cheeks wide open. I could now
see the hair surrounding Earl's hole as well, although there wasn't much
of it. My husband's hole was a bit furrier, and I always liked the way
his hair moved back and fourth when I fucked his asshole with the
strap-on.

    As he held his ass open, my husband's fingertips got very close to
his bullseye, to the point where he was almost fingering himself. If he
was craving a finger up his ass, that's what he would get. But it
wouldn't be his own.

    "Get back up on your knees," I said and the brothers knelt upright
again. "Touch each other's asses."

    Earl put his right hand on my husband's left asscheek, and Thad
placed his left hand on the right of his brother's ass. They both
squeezed one another's thick butts, slapping each other playfully and
even letting out a little laugh.

    "Reach in closer," I instructed. "Touch each other's holes."

    After a moment of hesitation, the Harlands obeyed once again. Their
hands ventured closer and closer to each other's cracks, until I could
tell they were grazing one another's holes with their fingertips.

    For the first time since sitting down on the armchair, I got up and I
walked to the nightstand. There, I pulled out a tube of lubricant and I
walked around the two muscle bros, applying some lube on my fingers and
then smearing it on their assholes.

    "Go in. Just a little bit," I flirted, excited to see just how far
they'd go. As if I'd drugged their drinks earlier (I hadn't!) the
siblings did absolutely everything I told them. I watched as their middle
fingers poked around their lubed up ass lips before finally diving in,
little by little, inch by inch.

    "Fuck yeah, boys!" I praised. "Earl, you ever had a finger up your
ass?"

    "As a matter of a fact, no. Never," my brother-in-law replied.

    "Well, we'll be gentle with you," I said. What I really wanted to say
was "your brother will be gentle with you," since Thad was the one
fingering Earl's ass. But I didn't want to draw too much attention to
that fact, as if addressing it was more taboo than actually doing it.

    I watched the brothers' fingers as they disappeared further and
further up each other's asses, until they were all the way in up to the
last knuckle. Earl was breathing faster again, getting used to the
sensation, but I stroked his sweaty back and assured him everything would
be alright.

    "Your brother's taken much bigger things up there. Trust me, you can
do it," I said.

    "Oh yeah?" Earl asked. Next, he relaxed his hole, as if not to be
outdone by his older brother.

    I squeezed some more lube directly onto each brother's hairy hole,
letting them go to town on each other with more ease.

    "This is... kinda good," Earl admitted, getting into the groove of
anal play.

    "Fuck yeah," my husband panted. In his voice, I could hear that he
wanted more, but he was holding back from asking his brother for it.

    "Feel free to slip a second finger in, Earl," I said to my
brother-in-law. "Trust me, he can take it."

    Earl obeyed and started fingering his older sibling with two fingers.
I watched as my husband's hole spread wider and wider, swallowing his
brother's fingers hungrily.

    "Fuck baby," I said, "Maybe it's time for you to take a real dick."

    "What?" Earl asked, looking at me over his shoulder.

    "I've fucked Thad with a strap-on, quite a few times. He loves it.
But he's never tried a real dick. I think it's time to change that."

    My brother-in-law and I looked each other in the eyes. Now I was the
one with a smirk on my face. Meanwhile, my husband just moaned with his
eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of two fingers up his ass and craving
more.

    "I've fucked a guy up the ass once," Earl suddenly shocked me by
admitting. "It's why my ex and I broke up. It was her brother. He and I
got drunk together one day. He'd always been kinda flirty with me but
that day he asked me to fuck him and I drunkenly went with it."

    While sharing his story, Earl fingered Thad nonstop.

    "Did you enjoy fucking a guy?" I asked Earl.

    "I'm not gon lie, it was nice. I mean, I got no feelings for the
fucker but it WAS a nice hole."

    "And how's your brother's hole?" I said.

    "Even tighter. It's probably seen less action," Earl reviewed his
sibling's asshole.

    "Wanna help open it up?" I got on my knees on the bed in front of
Earl and took his face in my hands, the tips of our noses almost
touching.

    Without saying a word, Earl's head nodded very subtly. I smiled and
let go of him and went to face my spouse instead.

    "What do you say, baby?" I placed my hands on Thad's face now. "Is it
okay for Earl to fuck you?"

    Thad opened his eyes and took a deep breath before answering.

    "I don't know. He's pretty big. Bigger than the strap-on."

    Interestingly enough, Thad's qualm was with Earl's dick size, not the
fact that he was his brother.

    "Oh, I believe in you. You can do it. I can take you up my ass easily
and you're almost as big as your brother," I said, stroking my husband's
ego at the same time as I stroked his smooth-shaven cheeks.

    "Okay, fine," Thad decided. With his face still in my hands, he
retreated his hand from his brother's ass and he slumped down on the bed,
resting on his elbows with his ass up in the air again.

    I let go of Thad and for the first time ever I reached for my
brother-in-law's cock. Earl took his hand out of Thad's ass as well, and
he let me lead him off the bed like a leashed dog. I walked us both
behind my husband's ass. From this position, my brother-in-law and I were
both treated to a closeup view of Thad's throbbing hole, begging to be
filled.

    "Go right ahead," I said, giving Earl's cock a few more strokes
before letting go of it so he could fuck his own brother with it. My hand
was now covered in Earl's precum. He was leaking so much of it that he
wouldn't need any more lube to go inside Thad's ass.

    If there was any hesitation in Earl, he didn't show it. He positioned
himself right behind his big brother, holding his cock up and guiding it
up to Thad's opening. I observed as Earl's cockhead spat out a few wads
of precum right into his brother's ass lips. Next, that same cockhead
started to push its way into my husband's hole, fighting past the barrier
that was Thad's sphincter.

    "Relax baby, just like we do it when I fuck you," I stroked my
hubby's back. The words of encouragement seemed to work. Thad took a deep
breath and he opened his hole enough for Earl's protruding mushroom head
to slide all the way inside.

    "Fuck, there we go!" Earl grunted in pleasure. Phase one was done.

    "Take it slow," I asked of my brother-in-law. Now that we were doing
this I felt protective of Thad. A good, honest, hardworking guy who
listened to his mama and went to church every Sunday. In his designer
suits and expensive cars, you'd never think the young husband-and-father
liked taking it up the ass not only from his wife, but from his brother
as well.

    Earl heeded my advice and he went slow. He pushed his cock in inch by
inch, giving his brother's hole plenty of time to adapt. I remembered the
first time I ever fucked Thad. Even though he required SOME time to get
used to the strap-on, I was still impressed by the fact it only took him
a matter of minutes. Now, just like that, Thad proved to be an impressive
bottom regardless of whether he was being fucked by a toy or a real dick.
Before I knew it, half of his brother's shaft was firmly inside Thad ass.
A minute or so later, Earl's pubes were brushing against the fine hair
around my husband's asshole. Earl was in ball-deep, his ball sack
slamming against his big brother's taint.

    "You did it, baby!" I said proudly and patted Thad's back again.
Then, I looked up at Earl. "Now give him a good fucking."

    I'd never seen my brother-in-law fuck anyone before but I just KNEW
he was an expert. His body, his confidence, his swagger; all of it exuded
"excellent fucker" energy. And he didn't disappoint. He started off by
smacking his brother's ass, as if to say "I'm in and it's time to play."

    Slowly, Earl pulled out until only the head of his dick was inside my
husband, and then he picked up speed and slammed inward again. He
repeated this movement, thrusting back and forth, accelerating with each
turn, while my husband let out the sexiest grunts I'd ever heard. It
reminded me of going to the gym with Thad and watching him deadlift more
than anyone there, grunting loudly and attracting attention and
admiration. He was a fighter, Thad was. As well as one of the most
sexually adventurous men I'd ever met. Which is why I loved him so much.

    "Give it to him!" I barked at my brother-in-law, ready to see the two
of them in action.

    "Fucking right," Earl growled and he let his caution to the wind. He
picked up speed and started piston-fucking his big brother. At first Thad
gritted his teeth, but then his grunts turned into moans of pleasure. I
watched his hairy asshole move in- and outward as Earl stabbed his
steel-like cock into it. He fucked him like he had a grudge against him,
like he was trying to hurt him. But I knew that wasn't the case. All
three of us were attune to the energy in the room, and we could tell just
how much each of us was enjoying this, including Thad. ESPECIALLY Thad.

    My brother-in-law smacked his brother's ass a few more times, leaving
red marks on my husband's asscheeks shaped like his large hands. I looked
down between Thad's legs and I saw his nine-incher hard as a fucking
rock, dripping precum all over our sheets like a leaky faucet. I slid my
arm between my husband's strong thighs and I wrapped my hand around his
dick, milking him while he took his baby brother's babymaker.

    Both brothers' bodies moved back-and-forth while they banged. I
didn't even need to move my hand to jerk Thad off: he was fucking it by
himself, propelled by his brother's body weight. The Harland boys were
both wrestlers in high school and although they never fought in the same
category, I was certain they practiced at home on each other. Neither of
them had wrestled in years and now this was their glorious return to the
sport, only this time involving more dick in ass.

       After a while, Earl's thrusting slowed down. Even a stud like him
needed a break. With his cock still in his brother's ass, Earl's upper
body leaned down and he gave Thad a gentle kiss on the back of the neck,
which was actually very nice to see. Now, the two of them flowed slowly,
like they were making love rather than fucking. This lasted for five or
ten minutes until both brothers caught their breath. Then, Earl went to
town again, hammering Thad's ass like there was no tomorrow. I could hear
balls slapping and cuss words echoing. My hand was still between Thad's
legs, milking his dick and taking occasional breaks, both so I could rest
but also to make sure he doesn't cum just yet.

    But soon, I could tell he couldn't take it anymore. My husband had
been on the edge for so long and he just NEEDED to cum. His balls was
tighter than ever, just begging for release. I wanted him to shoot his
load, but I also wanted Earl to get to cum. As if he read my thoughts, my
brother-in-law said,

    "I'm fucking close. I'm bout to cum soon."

    "Do it. Cum inside his ass! That alright, baby?" I asked my husband
dearest.

    "Aha," Thad nodded, so much sweat running down his face like he's
just gotten out of the shower.

    I saw Earl biting his lower lip as he started thrusting so fast that
it was hard to follow. My husband's cock in my hand got harder than ever.
Any second now, I expected him to blow. But first, I heard a...

    "AAAAAH FUCKKKKK!!!" from Earl, who started cumming inside my
husband, something no strap-on could do. For the first time, Thad was
experiencing the sensation of semen inside his guts, and it came from his
very own hunk of a brother.

    "Fuck yeah!" Thad grunted and blew his load in my hand, shooting all
over the sheets as well as my arm. Earl continued to jackhammer his ass,
shooting wad after wad of jizz inside his hole. I don't know when was the
last time Earl had sex -- it might've been a while now that he was single
-- so this cumshot was large enough to make up for all that time. One
thing I knew for a fact was that my husband's cumload was absolutely
massive! If he'd shot it inside me, I probably would've found myself
pregnant for the second time.

    As the younger Harland sibling filled his older brother with his
seed, Thad continued to blow his load. Finally, he was done and I let go
of his still-rigid cock. I went behind him to look at his ass. I wanted a
closeup view of his hole when Earl pulled out of it.

    Both brothers were breathing like they'd just run a marathon, but
especially my brother-in-law. I leaned down right next to the spot where
his dick went inside my husband's ass, and I watched closely as Earl
began pulling out. The first half of his shaft appeared, covered in
Earl's cum. As he pulled out, his brother's ass hair stuck to Earl's
dick, brushing the cum on it like a paintbrush. Earl took out the rest of
his shaft, leaving only the cockhead in. Then, carefully, Earl pulled out
his glans, covered in so much cum that it was white instead of pink.
Thad's hole was now left gaping open, fraternal cum dripping down my
husband's taint and reaching his balls. Thad's hole winked at us, as if
waving goodbye, and it clamped closed with all of his brother's babies
safely inside.

    I leaned into Earl and gave him a big, hot, passionate kiss. Since I
was shorter, I had easy access to his ass and I pressed one finger
against his hole.

    "That feels good," he smiled at me.

    "It feels ever better with a dick up there," I teased. "What're you
up to next Sunday? Maybe you can come over after church and your brother
can show you."

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