He doesn't set me down after the first time.
My pussy is still fluttering around his cock, milking the first load he emptied into me, when he shifts his grip. Instead of lowering me to the floor, he turns me around, pressing my face and chest against the cold, smooth surface of the bay window.
The glass is freezing against my nipples, hardening them into painful peaks, and the contrast between the cool window and the furnace of Jake's body behind me makes me dizzy.
"Jake," Gasping, my breath fogging the glass. "What are you —"
"Look out there," He growls, his teeth finding the nape of my neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. His hands slide around to cup my breasts, lifting them, pressing them flat against the window so they spread obscenely against the pane. "Look at the street, Jessica. Look at how exposed you are."
Through the sheer curtains, the suburban street is visible. Mrs. Henderson's porch light is on. A car passes slowly, bass thumping. Anyone could look up. Anyone could see my tits flattened against the glass, see my flushed face, see my brother-in-law's cock buried inside me from behind.
"We'll be seen," Whispering, but my hips are already rocking back, taking him deeper. The danger sends a fresh flood of arousal between my legs, making me slicker, needier. "Please, Jake… someone will see…"
"That's the point," He snarls, his hands brutal and perfect on my breasts, kneading them against the unforgiving glass. "You want to be seen, don't you? You want the neighbors to know you're not the sweet little sister-in-law. You're my whore."
Yes.
The word screams inside me, even as my face burns with shame. The thought of being caught — of being watched while he fucks me like an animal — makes my clit throb.
He starts moving again, his cock — still hard, impossibly hard after cumming — sliding out and slamming back in with a force that makes my teeth rattle. The rhythm is violent, punishing, exactly what my body craves.
"Fuck," Moaning, my palms flat against the glass, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me, Jake. Please, don't stop."
"Tell me you love it," He demands, his fingers finding my nipples and pinching them against the cold glass. "Tell me you love being fucked against the window where anyone can see your big tits bouncing."
"I love it," Crying out, the confession tearing from my throat. "Love your cock. Love being your whore. Please, harder —"
He obliges, his hips becoming a piston, jackhammering into me with wet, obscene sounds. My breasts slap against the glass with every thrust, lewd and rhythmic.
But then he slows.
Teases.
Slides in with agonizing slowness until I'm whining, pushing back, desperate for the friction.
"Please," Begging, my voice hoarse. "Please, Jake, fuck me properly. Don't tease."
"Are you sure?" He asks, his hand sliding down to rub my clit in lazy, maddening circles. "You sure you want me to fuck you raw against this window? What if Cindy comes back? What if she sees her little sister getting railed by her husband?"
"Don't care," Gasping, grinding against his hand. "Please, just fuck me. Fuck me before she comes back. Need you to fill me again —"
The words are barely out when he starts hammering into me again, his cock hitting that deep spot — my cervix, my womb — with every brutal thrust. The pleasure is sharp, bordering on pain, perfect.
"Look," He pants, his hand gripping my hair and yanking my head up. "Look at the street. Tell me what you see."
Forced to look through the fogged glass, see the headlights of a car turning onto our cul-de-sac. For a second, my heart stops — is that her? Is that Cindy's Honda?
The fear spikes my arousal higher.
"Oh god," Sobbing, pushing back harder, taking him deeper. "Fuck me, Jake. Hurry — fuck me harder —"
"You want to get caught," He growls, his hand spanking my ass hard, the sound echoing. "You want her to see what a slut you are. You want her to see her husband's cum dripping out of your pussy."
"Yes!" Screaming, the truth finally breaking me. "Yes, please — fill me up — make me take it —"
He's fucking me so hard the window rattles in its frame, my tits bouncing against the glass, my nipples raw and sensitive. I'm climbing toward the peak, my pussy tightening, my legs trembling —
Then the garage door opener rumbles.
"Cindy," Gasping, freezing, my heart hammering. "Jake, she's back — she's back —"
He doesn't stop.
If anything, he fucks me harder, his cock swelling inside me, his breath ragged. "Not done," He snarls. "Not done with you yet."
"Please," Begging, torn between panic and the orgasm building inside me. "Please, we have to — she'll see —"
He pulls out — leaving me empty, aching — but only to lift me again. He carries me, impaled on his cock, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms clinging to his neck. He walks us — bouncing me on his dick with every step — from the living room, up the stairs, and into the guest bedroom.
He throws me onto the bed — Cindy's carefully made guest bed with the floral quilt — and climbs on top of me, driving back inside before my head even hits the pillow.
"Have to finish," He grunts, his face flushed, his eyes dark. "Have to fill you up before she finds us."
"Yes," Crying out, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Please, hurry — cum in me —"
He pounds into me, the bed squeaking, the headboard banging against the wall. My breasts bounce wildly with every thrust, his hands gripping them roughly, his mouth finding mine in a brutal, messy kiss.
"Gonna cum," He warns, his thrusts becoming erratic, savage. "Gonna fill your pussy again, you little slut. Take it. Take all my fucking cum —"
"Give it to me," Sobbing, my own orgasm crashing over me. "Please, Jake, breed me —"
He roars, burying himself to the hilt, and feel it — the throbbing, the heat, the flood of his seed filling me, coating my womb, marking me inside. My own climax rips through me simultaneously, my pussy clamping down, milking him, my vision going white at the edges as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
We lie there, panting, his weight crushing me into the mattress, his cock still twitching inside me.
Then —
Knock knock knock.
"Jake? Baby, the garage door is acting up again, and my key didn't work. Can you let me in?"
Cindy's voice. Cheerful. Unsuspecting. Right outside the front door.
Jake doesn't panic. He pulls out slowly — feels his cum starting to leak out immediately — and tucks himself back into his pants with steady hands. He looks down at me, sprawled on the bed, my hair wild, my face flushed, my pussy swollen and dripping.
"Stay here," He commands softly, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Pull the covers up. Look sick."
He throws a blanket over me just as the knocking becomes more insistent.
"Coming, babe!" He calls out, his voice perfectly normal, charming, the model husband.
He leaves the room, and hear him jogging downstairs. The front door opens.
"Hey, you," Cindy's voice, affectionate. "Why didn't you hear the bell?"
"Was just cleaning up the kitchen," Jake says smoothly. "How was Walgreens?"
"Oh, you know, the usual line. How's Jessica?"
"Resting," He says. "Poor thing. She's… burning up."
The double entendre makes me bury my face in the pillow, my pussy still throbbing, his cum warm and deep inside me.
Footsteps on the stairs. The bedroom door opens. Cindy enters, her face creased with worry, carrying a plastic Walgreens bag.
"Jess?" She sits on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching for my forehead. "Oh, honey, you're drenched. And your face is so flushed. Is it a fever?"
"Just… hot," Mumbling, unable to meet her eyes. My thighs are sticky with her husband's seed. My nipples are still hard from his mouth. "Just need to rest."
"Jake said you were feeling terrible," She says, brushing my hair back. "He's such a sweetheart, bringing you in here to rest. Did he get you water?"
"Yes," Lying, my voice barely a whisper. "He's been… very attentive."
Jake appears in the doorway, holding a glass of water and the bottle of Tylenol from Cindy's bag. He looks composed, perfect, not a hair out of place. Only know the truth — that five minutes ago, he was fucking me senseless against the window, that his cum is currently dripping out of me onto her guest sheets.
"Here you go, kiddo," He says, his voice kind, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction as he hands me the water. His fingers brush mine, a secret touch that makes me shiver. "Take these. Should bring that… heat… down."
Cindy smiles up at him, adoring. "You're the best, you know that? Taking such good care of my baby sister."
"Anything for family," Jake says, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder through the blanket. "She's in good hands. Promise."
Cindy leans up to kiss him — on the lips that were just on my neck, my breasts — and he kisses her back easily, the perfect husband.
"I'll go finish cleaning up dinner," He says, squeezing my shoulder one last time, a silent promise. "You rest up, Jess. We'll check on you later."
They leave, closing the door.
Lie there, my pussy aching, my body marked by him, listening to my sister laugh with her husband downstairs while his cum soaks into me.
And all want is for him to come back and do it again.