The first time I saw Dylan was on a summer night. I was with my friends in a bar, celebrating my nineteenth birthday. His deep and enigmatic gaze caught me. He wasn’t very tall, nor was he very beautiful, but he had something in his eyes that I liked. It was a mutual attraction, we had both liked each other, and that same night we ended up having sex together.
It was a matter of time before we started dating. He was very attentive and affectionate, plus things flowed wonderfully. We had a connection that went beyond words. Just by looking at each other we understood perfectly what the other was thinking or feeling. And sex with him was always amazing. Over the years, things were going great and there were even plans to get married. But the problem was when I met his brother, Marcelo.
Marcelo was a very attractive man, he had turned forty-eight that year, but he didn’t look it. He is older than Dylan by sixteen years. The only similarity these brothers had was the shape of their foreheads and the color of their eyes. Beyond that, no one could say they were related.
Dylan was much shorter, his muscles were not strong and his skin was much paler than that of his older brother. Marcelo, on the other hand, was much taller and sturdier, he trained every day, which showed in his firm muscles. Genetics had definitely favored my brother-in-law.
Every time I saw Marcelo, I got horny and he knew it. That’s why he would deliberately provoke me. When I passed by him, he would spank me in a “friendly” way or stare shamelessly at my ass whenever I bent over. Many times when we were talking he would stare at my tits, and he didn’t care if Dylan was present.
I was afraid Dylan would notice all this, so I opted to stop going to his family’s house and my in-laws, only seeing them when they came to visit our apartment. However, I could not get Marcelo out of my mind. His face, his body, his voice, his eyes and that hungry look he had every time he looked at me.
Unable to stop it, he was my inspiration when I masturbated. I would caress my vagina imagining that it was his thick fingers touching me. That he was squeezing my clitoris and rubbing it rigorously, that he was spreading the lips of my vagina apart and then starting to fuck it with his fingers without stopping. And then, when I was already on the cusp of orgasm, he would thrust his cock all the way in with one thrust. To start fucking me like the sex-starved whore that I am.
Time went by and finally my wedding day with Dylan arrived. And obviously, Marcelo was on the guest list, that had me worried. But I couldn’t get lost in that worry. I was about to marry him who, beyond everything else, was the love of my life. The ceremony was quick, and since it was the middle of summer, my wedding dress was very short. During the whole process, I was so busy with the guests that I didn’t even notice if Marcelo was there or not.
However, when we arrived at the party, I noticed his presence, as I felt his intense gaze on me. I tried not to pay much attention to him, but when it was time for the couples dance, Marcelo came straight to me with a cocky smile.
The party is going very well and you are very beautiful, sister-in-law.
The way he said “sis-in-law” made my skin crawl. I could feel my cheeks burning.
-Thank you, Marce.
My voice sounded quite nervous. I was very nervous and he laughed softly and looked at me with a flirtatious smile, leaning close to my ear.
What’s the matter, do I make you nervous, sister-in-law?
His voice, so deep and husky, made my breath catch for a moment.
-Did you think I didn’t notice how you were looking at me all this time?
My heart was beating so fast, I felt my cheeks blush. He laughed again, but his eyes looked at me with intensity and something else I couldn’t decipher.
-You’re a whore.
Those words sent an electric shock throughout my body. My vagina felt hot and very wet, leaving me speechless, not even knowing what to say. While I was lost, looking for the words to answer, Marcelo put his hand under my dress and began to caress me.
-Marcellus, what the fuck are you doing?
I wanted to reprimand him, but my voice gave away how excited I was. My vagina got wetter and wetter with every caress. He didn’t say anything, he just moved his fingers faster and faster while we were still dancing. Several family members and friends watched our dance with smiling expressions, not knowing what was really going on.
-But look how slutty you turned out to be. Getting horny with your husband’s brother, to such an extent that you soaked the whole thong… what a slut.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Only soft sighs came out of my mouth which, miraculously, were muffled by the music. I felt his fingers digging inside me. He was fucking my vagina, not caring that people were watching us at all times. His thumb squeezed my swollen clit, I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure.
-What’s the matter, slut? Don’t you want Dylan to see you?
I shook my head, as I heard him chuckle softly. I felt an intense gaze on me, raised my head and realized that Dylan had been watching us from the head table. I was horrified and tried to pull away from Marcellus, but he pinched my clit, making me stay still in my place. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through me completely.
