The rain came down really hard, pounding the roof of the lake house like a thousand tiny fists. It wasn't the calm kind of rain you would watch and feel peaceful about, this one was angry, loud, and endless. Water streamed down the glass windows, blurring the view of the dark lake outside. The whole place felt colder than usual..
I stood by the window, a glass of whiskey in my hand, watching the storm rage. I could see my reflection in the glass, my eyes looked tired, dark circles really obvious, a two-day stubble, and the kind of expression that comes from showing up somewhere you shouldn't have been.
Mark was supposed to be here. Not me.
"He's not coming, is he?" Her voice was soft, closer than I expected.
I didn't turn immediately. I could smell her light floral perfume. "I guess, it's just us."
Just us. The two words echoed back into my ears. I finally turned to look at her. Lia , my brother's wife, stood there, squeezing a throw pillow to her chest like a shield. . Her dark hair was down, flowing over the shoulders. She looked very vulnerable in that thin sweater she wore. I could see the outline of her curves, the swell of her tits, and my cock twitched in my jeans, an aching throb.
She took a step closer. "Kane… all these years. The way you look at me.."
I noticed her breathe quicken and I could almost smell the rain on. My usual calm, that I had almost maintained felt like it was slipping away. "Don't, Lia. You're my brother's wife." I said, my voice tight
"But I'm right here, now" she whispered, her voice heavy with some kind of unspoken feelings. "With you. It's just us, in this moment."
That was it. I closed the space between us in two long strides. My hand found her jaw before I could stop myself, my thumb cupping her cheek. Her breath hitched, her lips parted on a soft gasp. Fuck, those lips.
I didn't think. I just moved. I crashed my mouth onto hers.
When our lips met, it wasn't soft or gentle. The pillow she had been holding dropped to the floor, as her hands flew up to grip my shirt, pulling me closer. Her mouth opened under mine, and my tongue went in, tasting her. A low moan vibrated from her throat into mine.
I walked her back until her legs hit the old leather sofa. We fell in a blur of motion, tumbling onto the old leather sofa as it groaned underneath us. I was on top of her, the weight of me pressing her into the cushions. I could feel every incredible inch of her body against mine.
I pulled her closer, and she came willingly.
Lia's hands found my face, trembling but sure, and when our lips met again, the world narrowed to that single, forbidden moment. Every reason not to touch her vanished, leaving only the raw truth neither of us could hide anymore.
I yanked her sweater up, and she arched her back to help me pull it over her head. No bra. Fuck. Her breasts were perfect, full and heavy, with dark nipples already pointing hard and tight. I took one into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the tip. She cried out.
I switched to the other, lavishing it with the same rough attention, sucking and biting until she was writhing beneath me, her hips grinding against my hard dick. I began tracing kisses down her body. She trembled under my touch, her hands gripping my shoulders like she wasn't sure whether to pull me closer or push me away. I slid a hand down her stomach, over the waistband of her leggings, and cupped her heat through the fabric. She was soaking wet.
"You're drenched," I muttered, rubbing my fingers over her vagina. She moaned .
I ripped her leggings and panties down her legs in one violent motion. She kicked them off, spreading her legswide open for me, offering herself. Her vagina was bare and beautiful. I buried my face between her legs.
The taste of her exploded on my tongue. Sweet and musky. Mine. I licked a long, slow stripe from her asshole to her clit. She screamed. I did it again. And again. Then I focused on that little bud, circling it with the tip of my tongue, sucking it into my mouth.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" she chanted, her hands fisted in my hair, holding me right where she needed me. I slid two fingers inside her. She was so tight, so fucking warm. I pumped my fingers in and out, curling them, searching for that spot.
"Right there!" she shrieked as I found the spot. "Oh fuck, right there! I'm gonna cum!"
I redoubled my efforts, fucking her with my fingers and sucking her clit like my life depended on it. Her thighs tightened around my head. Her whole body went rigid. A cry tore from her throat as her orgasm hit, her vagina clenching around my fingers. I drank in every drop of her release, not stopping until her trembling subsided into weak shudders.
I sat up, tearing at my belt buckle, my dick springing free, thick and throbbing. I was so hard that it was almost hurting. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips swollen from my kisses.
"I need you inside me," she breathed. "Fuck me, Kane.'
I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her knees on the couch. I positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock kissing her vagina slick entrance.
I drove into her in one deep, brutal thrust. She screamed, my balls slapping against her ass.
"Oh my god, you're so deep," she moaned, pushing back against me.
I set a punishing pace from the start, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. I gripped her hips hard, sure to leave bruises, fucking her with everything in me.
"I'm coming! Kane, I'm coming again! Fuck!" Her moans turned into high-pitched sounds.
Her vagina clamped down on my dick like a vice, milking me, pulling the orgasm right out of me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved into her as deep as I could go, my own roar echoing in the room as I erupted. Thick rope of hot cum shot deep inside her. It felt endless. I kept pumping, my hips stuttering, until I was completely spent, collapsing over her back, both of us gasping and slick with sweat.
We stayed like that for about a minute, the only sound our ragged breathing and the relentless rain. I slowly, reluctantly, pulled my softening dick out of her. A gush of my cum followed, dripping down her thigh
She rolled over beneath me, a blissed-out smile on her face. She reached up, her fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me," she whispered. Her eyes held a fire that my recent fucking hadn't extinguished. It had only stoked it. Her fingers, which had been tracing my jaw, slid down my chest, over my abs.
"You're not done yet," she whispered, her voice made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
Before I could even process a reply, she moved with a speed that made my breath catch. She pushed against my chest that sent me flat on my back. The shock of it kept me still for a second, long enough for her to swing a leg over my hips, straddling me. My softening dick lay against my stomach, but the sight of her above me, her dark hair a wild mess around her shoulders, her tits still pumped and heavy from my mouth, our cum glistening on her inner thighs, made it harden again in an instant, urgent throb.
"My turn," she breathed, her eyes locking with mine.
She reached between her legs, her fingers wrapping around my dick. I hissed as her touch, firm, guided me to her entrance. She held the head right there, teasing herself, rubbing my tip through her wetness.
"Fuck, Lia," I grunted, my hands going to her hips, digging into her soft flesh. I tried to thrust upwards, but she pressed down, holding me still.
"No," she said, her voice taking on a new, commanding edge. "My pace."
"Stop teasing me," I growled, my hands gripping her thighs. "Just fucking take it. Put it in, Lia"
Her smile widened. "Impatient." Finally, slowly, she lowered herself onto me. I watched, mesmerized, as my dick disappeared into her, inch by inch. Her vagina was still incredibly tight from her orgasms, squeezing me. She took all of me, until her ass rested on my thighs and I was buried deep inside her.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her head falling back as she bottomed out. I could feel every incredible inch of her stretched around me. A shudder running through her entire body. She began to move, in a slow, circular grind. She wasn't just bouncing, she was riding me. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, her tits swaying inches from my face.
"Play with your nipples," I commanded, my voice rough.
She obeyed immediately, her hands coming up to her breasts, her fingers pinching and pulling at her own dark nipples. A choked cry escaped her lips, and her inner muscles clenched around me.
Her movements became more frantic, more purposeful. She was no longer just grinding now she was pistonning up and down on me now, her ass slapping against my thighs with a steady, rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps.
"I'm close, Kane! So close!"
She demanded, her voice breathless. "Squeeze me. I want to feel your hands all over me while I come on your fucking dick."
I palming her breasts instantly, loving the heavy weight of them. I pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out.
I gripped her hips harder, helping her find the perfect angle, driving up into her to meet her frantic descents. Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
"That's it, baby. Cum for me." I growled, my own climax coiling tightly in my balls.
Her body went rigid. A broken sound was escaped from her throat as her orgasm slammed into her, her back arching dramatically. I could feel the vibrations of her pleasure coursing through my entire body. She rocked through it, grinding her clit against me, milking every last second of the sensation.
She collapsed forward onto my chest, breathing in ragged, shuddering gasps. My own orgasm was boiling, ready to erupt. I was about to flip us over and pound into her one last time when a sound cut through our heavy breathing.
The distinct sound of tires on wet gravel.
The car stopped. A car door opened. Then another.
"Lia? Kane? You in there?" A voice called out. A familiar voice that iced the blood in my veins.
Mark.
"Oh, god," Lia whispered, scrambling off me. My slick, still-hard cock slapped against my stomach with a wet thwack. Cum immediately began to leak from her well-fucked pussy, dripping down her thighs. She grabbed her discarded sweater, clutching it to her chest, her eyes wide with terror.
The front door handle jiggled. "Door's locked? Weird." Mark's voice was just on the other side of the wood.
The jingle of keys. The unmistakable scrape of a key entering the lock.
Time seemed to slow down. Lia froze. I sat up, my mind racing a million miles an hour, searching for an excuse, a lie, anything. There was no time. No cover. The evidence of what we had done was dripping down her legs, smeared on my skin, hanging thick in the air.
The lock turned with a heavy thunk.
The door swung open.
He wasn't alone.
Mark stood there. He was shaking water off his expensive coat. Another figure, stood behind him
His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, scanning the room and then landed on us.
On me, sitting naked on the couch, my erection flagging but still obvious.
On Lia, standing naked except for the sweater clutched to her chest.
His smile on his face vanished. His face went slack with disbelief, then tightened into a mask of cold, furious recognition.
For almost a minute, I could only hear the sound of the rain.
His voice was low, dangerously calm.
"What. The. Fuck."