Story Excerpt

My Brother Creampied My Hot Wife, by Jezebel Rose

I hear her giggles multiply, bouncing off the walls and into my ears as I creep closer. At the end of the hallway stands our bedroom, the door is a third-open. Light from the side lamps illuminates the two bodies inside. Rosie is straddling a tall red head. His nose is pressing against her ear, whispering secrets only privy to lovers. His scruff dances along his jaw as his slender body held her still. “Are you sure?” she playfully asks, her hands going under what I already know to be a pale, lean chest.

Rosie is cheating on me with my brother! Andrew and I were separated at birth, each going to live with a separate parent. In Andrew’s case, he won the lottery. Me….not so much. We have the same height, built and genuine look. Though I prefer suits, my twin Andrew selects button downs and ripped jeans. Andrew is friendlier, I was smarter, and the list goes on and on. I creep closer. It is strange watching my Rosie bestride a man who very well can be me but I inherently know is not. It is like watching pornography you made but you cast someone who looks like you with only small degrees of variance. I crouch down to get a better look.

His white crisp shirt, wrinkles embedded in, is half-way unbutton as she leans over to suck on his neck. I watch her nose wrinkle, my brothers’ five o’clock shadow scraping against her delicate skin. Rosie unbuttons her pants, wiggling that big ass across his crotch as Andrew hisses. My brother blindly reaches for her hips pulling her close. “Rosie…. We should-” she kisses him harder, rubbing her feminine pearl along him as he moans into her mouth.

I hold my breath, waiting to see if they hear me unbutton my pants. They do not, as Rosie tilts her head, her pretty pink tongue coming into play. I feel the ghost of her tongue inside my mouth. She pulls away with a loud pop. “Maybe this will convince you.” She hushes, seductively casting her shirt over her head.

Her bra is nowhere to be found as bountiful breast spill forth. The areola has darkened as his brothers’ eyes roam over them. “You’re gorgeous Rosie.” He huskily murmurs. “I wish you were mine.”

“Tonight I am.” She hums, guiding one hand to press on her nipple. I can see the confliction in his brothers’ face as he weighs my wife’s breast in a hand. Rosie is a woman no man can resist.

“Go ahead, I don’t bite.” She giggles, “unless you want me to.” She whispers alluringly, leaning down to lick along his jaw. I recall the time she had ask me to grow a beard or even facial hair, but I like to be clean shaven. Makes me less of a target practice at work.

Andrew rubs Rosie nipples, pinching as she rears back, her lofty moan encouraging my twin to do it again. And again, until she is panting in his neck, the moisture sending electric pulses of desire in me. I palm my cock, aching to watch further. Andrew squeezes her breast, as his other hand guides down her soft stomach. Rosie moans of delight deepens as he latches on to suckle.

I whimper, forgetting about being caught. I unzip my pants completely, my boxers trying to hold my erection in. “Andrew!” she cries, raking sharp nails along my skull. It is like watching a home video but ten times better. I watch as Andrew hand travels further, skimming along the inseam of Rosie lace thong. The same thong she wore for me during valentine’s day. I get a sick pleasure in knowing my brother is the only other man to see them. That my Rosie is only sharing herself with….. well a copy of me.

Her lithe body begins to grind down, her straddle position giving her control. I take out my cock, excitement bubbling to manipulate the same motion. Both brothers groan at the same time. Andrew grips Rosie hips. “Rosie, baby, I need you to stop doing that.” He growls.

“What, this?” she innocently asks, grinding along Andrew shaft as I drag a hand along my pipe. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head. My Rosie is a teaser, for sure. The guttural growl that comes from Andrew throws both parties off as he pulls her close to his body, flipping her on her back.

The little surprise of sound my wife conjures went straight to my cock as I pump faster. “You’re mine now, Rosie.” Andrew growls, kissing her thoroughly as the other hand descends back to her barely-there cloth.

He rips it away with ease as Rosie squeals. “HEY!”

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