Mind-wandering Wednesday

Wandering wonderings on a warm Wednesday . . .

She was sleeping in the downstairs bedroom at the in-laws' house. Her husband was sleeping upstairs with their child, who had had a nightmare. Outside her bedroom, her brother-in-law was on the sofa bed in the family room. She could see the light was still on, could hear the TV still going. It was 5:00 a.m. She couldn't sleep either and decided to see what baby bro was watching.

Not wanting to frighten anyone with her morning breath, she popped three Altoids in her mouth before opening the door. He was sitting up on the sofa bed, watching a video. “Hey, did I wake you up?” “No,” she replied, “I just can't sleep. Strange bed and all.” She started to sit on the love seat when he said, “You can sit here with me. I won't bite.” “Then where's the fun in it?” she said playfully, as she crawled onto the sofa bed with him.

They watched a bit of a chat show on BBC America and did a little chatting themselves. He noticed her Altoids and said “Hey, share?” She flipped one to the front of her mouth and held it between her teeth, arching an eyebrow. He quickly swooped in and took it with his teeth, his soft lips brushing hers ever so gently. Her heart skipped a beat. She was confused, but curious too. “Didn't expect that, did you?” he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You're a terrible flirt. I figured it was time to call you on it.” They went back to watching the show, ignoring the growing tension.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He's 30, looks 22, acts 18 or younger. His immaturity annoys her, but she has to admit he's absolutely adorable. He's the age her husband was when they met and looks a lot like him. At 5'11” he's the short brother. With a 30” waist he's also the skinny brother. His soulful eyes and “sensitive guy” shtick make you forget his slight build and immaturity. This is ridiculous, she thought. I'm older, married to his brother, the mother of his niece and nephew. I'm certainly not his type. He dates teenagers, for God's sake . . .

He interrupted her thoughts with a kiss. Gentle at first, then more urgent. His tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth. Recovering from the surprise, she kissed him back. They laid back on the sofa bed, entangling their limbs as they continued exploring each other's mouth. It ceased to be kissing and evolved into more of a mouth fuck. Breaking away, she sighed, “We can't do this.” “You're absolutely right. Bed's too squeaky.” He took her hand and led her toward the bathroom. As he turned on the shower, she said, “You know what I mean. We can't do this.” “Shut up” he said, undressing her. Their clothes in a pile on the floor, they stepped into the extra-large shower and resumed their mouth fuck. Except now their hands explored one another's body as the hot water cascaded over them. He grabbed the hand-held shower as he sat on one of the shower's two seats. Setting the shower head to pulse, he aimed it between her legs. This seated position put his mouth right at breast level and he didn't try to resist their allure.

She put her hands against the shower walls to hold herself up. He was suckling at her breast, one hand training the water's spray on her aching clit, and the other hand furiously finger fucking her. He alternated breasts, sucking, nibbling, pinching with his teeth. It wasn't long before she began to moan softly. He knew she was close. His thumb joined the spray in teasing her engorged clit. Her legs stiffened, her body rocked, and she sighed and moaned simultaneously as the orgasm overtook her body.

She collapsed to her knees. As she recovered her senses, she realized his cock was right in front of her face. She began licking the water from it, starting at the base and working her way to the swollen purple head. She took the length of him in her mouth and heard him gasp. She bobbed her head up and down, licking, sucking, swirling her tongue. He says “switch” and stands up while she sits on the shower seat. Perfect. He enters her mouth slowly, his hands in her wet hair. He pumps in and out, truly fucking her mouth now. Her lips tighten and loosen around his erection. She caresses his balls with one hand and the rim of his anus with the other. She feels his balls begin to tighten and hears his breathing become more rapid. With a groan, he thrusts his cock to the back of her throat, filling it with hot cum. Stifling the urge the choke, she swallows as he sinks to the shower seat, spent. She stands, bends over to kiss him one last time, grabs a towel, and hurries from the bathroom. The others will be up soon.