MY SISTER'S HUSBAND 
                   A FICTIONAL STORY, By Ceres 
 
One summer, while enjoying my summer break from junior college
and still living at home at my mother's house, my sister Nancy
and her husband Tom moved in with us.  Tom was laid off from his
job at the canning factory, and my sister was a full time college
student.  They were broke, and had to stay in our large five
bedroom family home until Tom found another steady job. 
 
I was excited about having other people around the house to help
my mother and me out with the chores.  The house was too big for
the two of us to keep up, and the grounds (3 acres) constantly
required attention.  My mother would not give up the house after
my father died, vowing to keep it as the family home for future
generations.  Nancy, during her free time, was wonderful to Ma. 
She helped Ma with her flower garden and took her shopping and to
the hairdresser every week.  They handled the household chores,
such as cooking and cleaning.  Tom helped me out with the upkeep
of the grounds, vegetable garden, and routine household
maintenance.  Tom was a great fixit man, and he knew a lot about
cars.  He performed routine checkups on the cars and fixed our
crummy old lawn mower several times. 
 
I never mentioned my being gay to any of them.  I knew Ma wanted
to have grandchildren and I was hoping Nancy and Tom would have
children so that Ma would be able to handle the shock better when
I decided to tell her about myself.  I never brought my gay
friends around the house, and when asked about girls, I would say
that I haven't met the "right one" yet.  This strategy worked
well, and no one seemed concerned. 
 
My sister Nancy was a tall, slender, blue eyed blonde.  She was
33 and very attractive.  Her long, shoulder length hair was
straight as straw and shined in the sunlight.  She was very
pleasant and had a great sense of humor. Tom was 28, tall,
slender, and had a muscular build.  He had dark brown hair and a
mustache, and was quite hairy.  He had a marvelous golden tan. 
His deep blue eyes twinkled and he had a sexy smile.  He was very
handsome.  He had a friendly demeanor and was a hard worker,
never complaining, no matter how tired he would get.  He managed
to keep a positive attitude during his job search, handling
rejections well.  They both were a striking couple.  They moved
into the bedroom opposite from mine on the first floor, giving Ma
complete privacy on the second floor.  I often admired Tom as he
helped me with yard work.  He would strip off his shirt while
working in the sun and expose his beautiful hairy chest.  It
would drive me wild watching him work in his tight 501's without
his shirt, and I often had to control my staring. 
 
Late one night, I was awakened by a peculiar sawing sound.  I got
up and quietly opened my bedroom door.  The sawing sound was
louder there in the hallway. I saw light coming from under Tom
and Nancy's door, and the sound seemed to be coming from their
bedroom.  I stood in the hallway and listened.  Nancy whimpered
and made sighing sounds while Tom groaned softly as he kissed
her.  The sawing sound seemed to become more intense, and, as it
did, Nancy's whimpering progressed into a steady pant.  As I
listened to their lovemaking, I imagined Tom on top, fucking my
sister's cunt with his hard cock, rubbing that hairy chest over
her tits.  Suddenly, I heard Nancy make a high pitched cry - and
the sawing sound - Tom's steady fucking rhythm - increased in
intensity, and he let out a loud, deep groan.  Then it was quiet. 
I quietly tip toed back into my bedroom and closed the door.  My
cock was rock hard, and I got into bed and jacked off thinking
about Tom's rampant fucking.  I jacked off several times before
falling asleep. 
 
The next morning, Ma had to catch an early morning train to go
visit an old, ailing friend in another town for a week.  Nancy
offered to give her a ride to the train station while on her way
to classes.  They got up early, making a commotion in the
kitchen, which woke me.  I laid in bed and listened to them
gather up their things, and I heard the front door close as they
left.   
 
Tom and I were alone in the house, and my sister wouldn't be home
until 6 or 7 that evening.  This would be the first time Tom and
I would be alone together. 
 
My cock began to stir as I laid in bed imagining Tom coming into
my room, nude, smelling of dried cum and love sweat from the
night before, holding a raging hard on and waving it at me with a
nasty, sexy smile.  Tom was lying asleep, nude, only a few feet
away from me.  He was so close, and yet I could not have him.  He
was straight and married to my sister.  It frustrated me.  I
wanted to feel his hairy chest rubbing on mine, his tight
muscular body, his hard ass, and that hot power tool he used so
well.  I realized I was torturing myself, and I decided to get up
and use the bathroom, which was at the end of the hallway. 
 
I slipped on my gym shorts and opened the door.  I noticed that
my sister had left her bedroom door slightly ajar, exposing Tom
asleep in their bed. His head was buried under a pillow, and the
rest of his body was covered by blankets except for a strong,
hairy, muscular leg that was exposed.  He was snoring softly.  My
heart jumped at the sight of seeing Tom in bed.  My thoughts went
back to the night before, and I tried to picture Tom fucking,
grinding that dick of his in and out of my sister's cunt, while
the head board slapped against the wall making that peculiar
sawing sound.  He must have been fucking my sister very hard to
make it do that, as I noticed the bed had plenty of clearance
from the wall.  I began to realize I had gotten my cock hard, and
it was bulging in my gym shorts. 
 
After using the toilet, I decided to take a shower and get
dressed.  As I showered, my thoughts went to Tom once again.  I
tried to figure out a way to get him interested in sharing his
cock with me.  Just thinking about him made me hot and horny
again.  I stood in front of the full length mirror and surveyed
my body as I dried myself off with the towel.  I admired my
blonde hair, wet and combed back from my face, exposing my high
cheek bones that were rosy colored from the heat of the shower;
my moist strawberry red lips; my white teeth glistened as I
smiled, revealing smile dimples in my cheeks; my smooth creamy
white skin was soft to the touch; my hard cock, swollen and
sticking straight up, was generous in size; my firm and slender
hairless body was in perfect shape. I turned around and glanced
at my shapely ass.  It was great to be young and beautiful!  With
a towel wrapped around my waist, I emerged from the bathroom and
made my way to the kitchen, glancing in at Tom on the way, who
was still fast asleep.  I prepared coffee, and soon the smell of
the coffee perking filled the room, and I sat down at the table
and became engrossed in reading the morning paper. 
 
About half an hour later, I heard a rustling sound, and the sound
of footsteps.  It was Tom getting up.  He walked into the kitchen
yawning and scratching his head.  His hair messed up, wearing a
pair of navy blue undershorts, that revealed a sizable box.  He
looked tired, and rightly so!  "You're up early," he said,
squinting at the clock over the refrigerator.  "The women woke me
up," I said, smiling, as my eyes returned to the paper.  "They've
left.  Ma is probably on her way by now," Tom said, as he poured
himself a cup of coffee.  Tom took the cup and made his way to
the bathroom and closed the door.  A little while later I heard
him go into his room.   
 
Realizing I was still in my towel, I got up and went to my
bedroom to get dressed.  On the way, I noticed Tom was sitting up
in his bed, smoking a cigarette, and he seemed to be engrossed in
thought.  He glanced at me as I passed by.  A few minutes later
he called to me asking: "You got any cigarettes?  I'm all out." 
I found my pack of Marlboro Lights and took it to him.   
 
As I walked toward the bed, I stepped on something lying on the
rug.  It stuck to my foot.  I reached down and turned my leg
around to examine it.  I had stepped on a sticky rubber!  "What
the. . ." I said, peeling it off my foot.  Tom looked at it and
grinned.  "Uh. . . that's mine, sorry."  Tom said,
apologetically.  I noticed a pack of Trojans on the night table
next to him, the ribbed kind.  Tom reached out for the pack of
cigarettes which I handed it to him.  "You use these?" I asked
innocently, smiling at him.  "Don't wanna make a mistake now and
get kids being unemployed do I?" He replied, lighting up a
cigarette.  "Here, sit down, before that towel falls off," he
said, moving over on the bed while grinning.  I looked down at
the towel, and noticed I had a raging hardon making a tent in the
towel.  "You ever use 'em?" he asked. I felt a tingling feeling
in my balls when he asked that.  He knew I was turned on, and I
wondered  what he was thinking.  "Never used one," I answered,
looking at the sticky rubber in my hand.  I noticed the rubber
contained a good portion of creamy white cum.  Without thinking,
I began to rub the rubber between my fingers.  "You like playing
with that?" He asked softly.  "You never put one on?" He
continued, as he gently reached over to take it from my hand. 
"No, never have.  Never thought of using one," I replied looking
at him.  "Go ahead, try one. They go on easy when you're hard." 
He took one of the rubbers out of the pack and handed the pack of
rubbers to me.  "Just open it up and slip it over your dick, like
this."  Tom slowly pulled the blanket down over his waist,
exposing his massive, swollen hardon.  His cock must have been at
least ten inches long.  The head looked like a big mushroom on
top of a long, heavily veined shaft.   His black pubic hair was
short and wiry.  His balls were big, and tight.  I could see his
tan line, for his pubic skin area was a creamy white.  He slipped
the sheath over the bulbous head and pushed it down his shaft to
the base.  I almost came when I saw him do this, but I decided to
proceed with caution, as I still wasn't sure Tom wanted what I
wanted.  I could smell his musty, masculine morning smell as I
sat with him on the same bed that, only a few hours before, was
the scene of his intense lovemaking. 
 
I removed my towel and slipped the rubber over my swollen cock
head.  I felt the ridges on the outside of the rubber as I pulled
it down the shaft.  "What are these bumps for?" I asked,
curiously, while looking at the rubber over my cock.  "They're
good for lovemaking.  Makes the woman sensitive and brings her to
orgasm," he replied, speaking softly.  I looked at him, and he
was staring at me.  He held his hard cock straight up with both
hands.  I stared at his massive penis and glanced into his eyes. 
"Wanna get off? Looks like we're both ready to explode.  Do you
want to, with me?" He asked looking into my eyes, speaking
gently.  "Yeah, I've been wanting to for hours now," I replied,
squeezing my dick head.  "You ever fucked around with a guy
before?" Tom asked, running his hand over his hard cock.  "Yeah,
many times."  I like to. I said, moving closer to him.  Tom
grinned and said: "I've been with a couple of guys.  I'm open
minded."  He sat up and pulled the blankets off the bed.  "Would
you like to suck on my dick?"  I reached over and felt his hot
pole.  I massaged it up and down, while rubbing his big balls
with my other hand.  Tom murmured: "Yeah, like that. . ." 
 
My wish had come true.  I moved down, between his thick, hairy
legs and gently pulled the rubber from his cock, which slapped
back on his waist.  Tom's cock felt warm and hard.  I wasn't sure
if I would be able to take it all in my mouth.  I licked the tip
of it, back and forth, and then put the head inside my mouth.  As
I sucked the head, I darted my tongue back and forth over the
tip.  Tom moaned and began to gyrate his hips.  His cock had a
pungent, salty taste, and I continued to tease his dick head with
my tongue while I played with his hot balls.  Tom spread his legs
apart and began to get into my hot sucking.  I began to inch more
and more of his long cock into my mouth, moving my soft lips up
and down on his shaft.  His cock was like a big lollipop, wet and
glistening with my saliva.  I placed my hand on the base of his
shaft and slowly moved it up and down along the shaft in unison
with my mouth.  His sighs of pleasure increased, and he began to
breathe heavy.  "Yeah, you know how. . ." he murmured, as he
thrust his hips side by side while I sucked him.  I ran my other
hand over his hairy chest, and played with his hard nipples while
I sucked.  He placed his hands on my head and massaged my scalp
with his fingers as I bobbed up and down on his massive cock.  I
was in complete control of his cock.  I increased my grip as I
pumped his shaft up and down with my hand.  My mouth rested on my
hand as I sucked his cock, simulating a deep, tight hole.  I
worked my way up from the base to the very tip and back down, so
that his entire cock was stimulated.  Tom's eyes were closed and
he rolled his head side by side on his pillow while he thrust his
hips up and down at me.  After awhile, I was able to put his
whole cock down my throat without choking on its immense size. 
 
"Get up, I want to do it this way," Tom said, lifting my head off
his cock.  "You sit up like I was.  Prop your back up against the
headboard with the pillow."  I did so, and Tom got back on the
bed.  On his knees, Tom reached down and removed the rubber from
my swollen cock and moved his waist in front of my face.  His
cock was glistening with my saliva, and it stuck straight out in
my face, brushing against my cheeks.  Tom placed his knees in my
armpits, and pushed his cock slowly down my throat.  I cupped his
tight ass cheeks, and felt his wiry ass hair.  My cock was raging
hard, and ached to cum.  I began to jack my cock off with Tom's
hot cock shoved down my throat.  Tom placed both of his hands on
the wall behind the headboard and began to fuck my face with a
slow even tempo.  I swallowed his throbbing member all the way. 
While Tom fucked my mouth, I continued to jack off, bringing
myself to an explosive climax.  My body shuddered as I shot my
sperm out all over my chest.  Tom's cock began to bulge up and I
knew he was going to shoot his cum at any moment, too.  Tom began
to thrust in and out faster, each time shoving the cock all the
way down my throat.  His cock hairs rubbed against my lips, all I
could see was his hairy waist.  I could smell Tom's pungent man
scent as he pumped his cock into my face and mouth. His legs and
back were sweaty and his big balls slapped against my chin with
each thrust.  With one hand, I reached for his balls and gently
squeezed and cupped them from underneath.  With that, Tom let out
a deep groan and whispered, "Oh, yeah. . . I'm gonna cum."  Tom
shuddered as he shot wad after wad of semen down my throat.  His
cum tasted thick and salty.  I eagerly swallowed each spurt of
his cum.  Tom continued to thrust his dick in my mouth until it
became flaccid.  Our bodies spent, Tom and I laid in bed quietly,
regaining our breath.   
 
Tom reached for his coffee cup on the night stand and took a sip. 
"Cold.  Come on, lets get some coffee and have a smoke on the
back porch."  Tom got up and went to his dresser drawer.  He
sifted through a pile of debris and produced a small cloth pouch. 
"You smoke weed?" he asked, continuing to search for something
else in the drawer.  "Yeah, when I can get it," I answered, with
interest.  I didn't know Tom liked marijuana, and I'd never seen
him use it.  It was quite a surprise.  "Nance and I smoke it once
in a while when we want to kick back. We've had some hot times
when we were high."  I began to get excited again, wondering what
plans he had next for me.  Tom found a pack of zigzag papers, and
closed the drawer.  He picked up his undershorts and put them on. 
"Lets get that coffee," he said, and we left his bedroom.  On the
way to the kitchen, I put on my gym shorts and a T shirt. 
 
When I got to the kitchen, Tom had poured a cup of coffee for me
and left it on the counter.  Tom was outside, sitting on the back
porch steps rolling the joint when I stepped out.  It was going
to be a beautiful, warm day I thought, as I glanced across the
expansive yard.  My eyes looked down at Tom sitting on the steps,
naked except for his undershorts.  I scanned over his tanned and
hairy body.  His hot box hung down between his legs.  He was the
hottest man I'd ever seen and I just had his hot semen in my
mouth.  The warm morning sun shined on his beautiful skin making
it glisten.  I sat down next to him and sipped my coffee.  Tom
wet the paper with his lips and rolled the joint tight.  He lit
it, and took a deep drag and passed it to me.  I inhaled the
pungent smoke and noticed it was very strong and of top quality. 
I knew it would hit me fast, and I waited for the smoke to take
effect.  "This is good shit.  Couple of hits and you're fucked
up," Tom said, exhaling smoke between words.  I tried to imagine
what my sister was like when she was high and smiled to myself. 
"Gotta mow the lawn again," Tom said as he surveyed the yard. 
Tom looked at me and smiled and asked: "You okay?"  "Yeah, just
thinking to myself," I replied looking into his blue eyes.  "You
thinking about what we did?" Tom asked, groping his box.  "You
want more?" he continued, pulling his cock out of his
undershorts.  I knew we were both high and Tom's cock was big and
hard.  "Lets go back in" I said, touching his dick with my
fingers.  "Sounds good to me!" Tom replied, stuffing his cock
back into his shorts.  We got up and went inside.  Tom led me to
his bedroom again.  He went over to one of the night stands and
opened a drawer.  He retrieved a large silver ring and a tube and
said:  "Lets go upstairs, to the attic room."   
 
We climbed three flights of stairs reaching the attic room on
top.  Tom opened the door and we went in.  The room was filled
with a bright, sunny morning light flowing into the room from the
skylight above.  The room contained a writing desk, a daybed and
a large, brown bear skin rug.  Tom closed and locked the door. 
Tom stripped off his undershorts, and walked over to me.  "You
know what this is?" he asked, holding the ring in the palm of his
hand.  "No- what is it?" I asked, curiously.  "It's a cock ring. 
I put it on over my cock and pull my balls through it.  It makes
your cock very hard and keeps it that way.  Watch, I'll it on." 
Tom put the ring down his shaft and gently pulled one ball at a
time through it.  The ring was securely positioned under his
balls at the base of his cock.  His balls stood up, and his cock
began to get hard.  Tom's massive cock stood straight out, erect
before me.  He watched me look at it, and said: "Let's get down
on the rug."  I pulled my gym shorts off and laid down on the rug
on my back putting my arms behind my head, cushioning it with my
hands.  Tom stood above me, looking down at me.  My heart was
beating very hard as I ran my eyes down his hot sexy body
admiring his hairy chest and muscular legs.  Tom kneeled before
me and raised my legs into the air.  Holding both of my legs with
one hand, he began to massage my asshole with his other hand. 
His rough warm hand felt good and I closed my eyes with pleasure. 
Tom rubbed my hole for several minutes and then stopped.  Tom
lowered his face to my asshole and began to run his tongue over
the opening.  The sensation startled me at first- as his breath
was hot and his tongue tickled me.  It felt so good.  Tom began
to lick my hole harder, and he probed the opening with his
tongue.  Tom liked to eat pussy, as most straight men like to do,
and he was doing it to me.  God it felt good.  He held my legs
back with his hands and pressed his face in hard on my ass.  He
began to probe deeper into my hole.  My cock was pulsating with
excitement as he did this.  I felt his hot breath as his tongue
probed deeper and deeper.   
 
Tom raised his head and reached for the tube he had brought with
him.  He unscrewed the cap and squeezed out some of the oily
fluid.  Tom rubbed it on the outside of my hole, and put more on
his index finger,-which he inserted into me.  He probed his
finger around inside me, and it felt good.  Tom applied some of
the cream to his cock and said softly: "I'm going to fuck you
now."  He looked into my eyes with such intensity that he
startled me.  He was going to fuck the shit out of me, just like
he did to my sister last night.  I wondered if I was going to be
able to take his huge cock-especially the bulbous head inside me. 
Tom slowly inserted the head.  I felt a sharp painful sensation
as he entered me.  Tom inched it in and out very gently so that I
could get used to it in my tight ass. Tom groaned as he began to
push his cock deeper inside me.  I began to relax, and the pain
subsided.  He held my legs down to my chest and began to thrust
his cock deeper and deeper into me.  It felt as though I had just
had a semi truck run into me.  His cock was so big and thick. 
Tom positioned his knees on the floor and raised me up, with his
cock buried in me, so that my ass cheeks sat on his strong legs. 
In this position, sitting on his lap, with his cock completely in
me, he began to pump me in and out with a steady, even rhythm.  I
was face to face with him, and he held my back with his hands. 
Tom's dick moved in and out like a piston, and I squeezed my ass
muscles tight around his cock.  I held onto Tom's back with my
hands and he buried his face in my neck.  Tom moved his hands
down my back and grabbed my ass cheeks.  He raised me up and down
on his cock.  We clung together and our lovemaking intensified. 
Tom and I began to perspire as we wildly fucked.  He kissed me
roughly, and sucked my neck.  I looked down between us to see his
cock move in and out of my hole. 
 
Suddenly, Tom picked me up, with my legs wrapped around his
waist, and his cock buried deep within me, I held onto his neck. 
He walked over to a wall and pressed my back up against it.  With
my legs firmly wrapped around him, he forcefully jammed his cock
up me, moaning and breathing heavily.  Our bodies were sticky
with sweat.  I heard his strong legs slap against my ass cheeks
as he violently fucked my hole.  I looked down over his shoulder
and saw his legs spread out, pushing my body up against the wall. 
His hairy ass cheeks rippled with tight flexing muscles as he
ground his cock into me.  Without touching my cock, I began to
cum.  Thick loads of cum shot over Tom's hairy chest, spurt after
spurt, while Tom continued his rampant fucking.  "AHHHH. . . . Oh
yeah!" Tom gasped into my ear as he began to reach orgasm.  With
deep thrusts, Tom shot load after load of hot cum into me.  I
felt the warm semen shoot up inside me.  Perspiration dripping
from his forehead, Tom groaned with passion as he climaxed in me. 
Tom slowly stopped his pumping motion and lowered me to the
floor.  I felt his cum drip down my leg as it oozed out of my
burning hole.   
 
I stood against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to regain my
breath.  Tom walked over to the day bed and dropped his body onto
it.  A few minutes later, Tom got up and came over to me and
asked "You okay?  I didn't hurt you did I?"  Tom looked into my
eyes and looked concerned.  "No, I'm alright!  That was the fuck
of my life, and I'm dazed!" I replied, beaming.  Tom's deep laugh
made me laugh and we both laid down on the soft bear skin rug and
looked up at the skylight above us.  The warm sun bathed us in
sunlight, and I felt totally at peace lying there with him. 
 
Tom and I enjoyed infrequent sex over the ensuing years, without
letting it jeopardize his relationship with his wife.  Our secret
sexcapades were never discovered. . . .