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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The morning finds me up, dressed, and roaming around outside and I'm deep in thought; I just can't get that question he asked me out of my head. I run into one of the guys in this "new" neighborhood who likes to do it and as he walks over to me, yeah - I know what he's gonna say and ask me and I'm okay with it. We'll go to one of the few spots in this neighborhood where we can do it without being seen - and provided there isn't someone already there but no one is. We waste little time getting our dicks out and I'm recalling that this guy likes to suck and be sucked... but he doesn't like to fuck; he'd rather be fucked and I'm okay with it but, nah, not really; it's been difficult for me to get used to guys not wanting to fuck me but I'm trying my best to cope with it.

He's sucking my dick and I can't help but to compare him to how my brother sucks me. Don't get me wrong - the kid is good but not as good as my brother is. He makes me cum in his mouth and he's making a show out of swallowing my spunk but that doesn't surprise me - this guy's a little more gay than most of the guys in the area. I get on my knees to suck him and I take my time doing it to give myself time to recover and get hard again so I can fuck him in the ass. I get him to cum - hmm, too salty, I think - and I swallow quickly; stand up and take the little jar of Vaseline I know he always carries with him, slather some in his crack and on my dick, which isn't really fully hard but hard enough to get it in him. I stuff it in him and he groans and... giggles; I know he likes it good and hard so that's what I do; I can feel my muscles in my back protesting as I hammer his ass as hard as I can but I also notice that I'm not really enjoying this as much as I would - and have enjoyed it.

I cum in him - he giggles some more; I pull out, we thank each other, and go about our business, leaving me to think this whole "we can't do this anymore" thing my brother has me still thinking about. He's right - we need to stop but we both know that we can't and I don't understand why we can't. As I continue to roam the 'hood, I'm thinking about this whole sex with other guys thing; maybe it's time to give it up totally and completely? I didn't really have fun doing it to that guy just a little while ago but that's because I was thinking too much about not doing it with my brother again... and knowing that the first chance we get, we will do it again and if we get in trouble, so be it.

I make a trip home to clean myself up and I find myself sitting in our room and [B]still[/B] thinking about that damned question he asked; I'm still waffling all over the place: Yes, this has to stop. Nah, it's not gonna stop. It really is a very wrong thing to do being both boys and brothers... and it feels so right to do because we're boys and brothers. I hear the door open and close then hear someone coming upstairs and I know who it is without having to get up and look or ask; it's my brother and a shiver works its way through me because, until he came in, there was no one home but me and a glance at my clock tells me that no one else will return home any time soon.

He walks into our room, sees me sitting there... and smiles before he says, "Hey..."

And the routine begins anew.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We get untangled and I hear him cuss softly before saying, "I'm sorry... but this shit is too good to not do it..."

"Yeah, I know," I said because I really do understand the truth of it. Some very short minutes later, he's in me again, slamming his dick into my ass over and over and a bit harder than usual but it's okay; it feels so damned good - but it's always felt so damned good. I know that my dick is soft but I can feel the warmth of it trapped between my belly and the bed; he really slams his dick into me and harder than ever before and a warmth spreads through me and makes me shudder and, oh, wow, I can feel spunk oozing out of my soft dick and I wonder for a very brief moment how that is even possible... but I stop thinking because he's gotten harder, a little thicker... and he's pumping his jizz into me - again.

How he would ever want to stop doing this is beyond me... but I know why and I don't give a fuck.

"Damn," I hear him say as he pulls out of me and rolls over; not much Vaseline is needed - just a little swipe for both of us - and my dick is now very hard and instead of just laying down and sticking it in him, I want to watch it going in; I want to see my much bigger dick spreading his hole open and vanishing inside of him. So good. So damned nasty and forbidden. And I don't give a fuck.

I don't so much as pound him but, yeah, I'm giving him the dick with a purpose. I love this just as much as I sometimes which we had never started doing this. I can hear the squishy sounds; I hear him muttering over and over, "Do it to me, do it to me..." and the next thing I know, I feel like I've been struck by lightning and all I can feel is my dick pumping spunk into my brother's asshole... and like I've done so many times before.

Again the routine of pulling out and cleaning up; I go first and come back and as I sit on my bed thinking - and again, not for the first time - about how wrong this is but how good it feels, I look at the clock and it's only twenty after two; I blink because it felt like it took "hours" for us to fuck each other again.

He comes back to bed and slides under his covers and I do the same thing. However, he says, "Nah... we can't stop and I don't think we'll ever stop, do you?"

"No, I don't think we can or will," I said before my head hits the pillow and I fall instantly asleep and my last conscious thought was that we will do this again tomorrow night or, really, any chance we get to.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's quiet in the room; I glance at the clock on my table and see that it's just a little past 2am and I choke back a groan because I want to have sex with him again... but he said we should stop and I do agree that we should; I look over at him and he's kinda staring at me and fidgeting on his bed and if I didn't know what he was thinking about before, I know what he's thinking about now because I'm thinking the same damned thing. But I'm still miffed at him and break the silence by saying, "Remember that you said we have to stop..."

"I know what I said," he said, his somewhat formidable temper rising up. Another long silence and I can feel a very familiar tension in the room.

"Shit," I hear him say and as he slides off his bed and comes over to mine... and I arrange myself on my bed so he can get into position for us to suck each other's dicks... again. As I close my mouth around his dick and take all of it in, I'm really having mixed feelings about it. Yes... we need to stop before both of us gets into some very serious trouble but I recognize, just as he does, that this is just too good to let go of. I moan to feel his finger probing my hole and I do the same to him and, god, it feel so damned good - how could we ever consider never doing this again? I sigh again as I feel his finger go into me as far as it can go and, again, do the same to him and as he groans, I know he's feeling that more than I am because I have bigger hands and longer fingers.

So much not-so-quiet slurping and moaning; his tongue flies over the head of my dick and makes me shudder, makes my dick do that trembling thing - then it swells in his mouth and I unload; it feels like a bomb has gone off inside my head and the feeling smothers me so much that I missed feeling his prick tremble and swell - but I can taste his spunk; I can feel my asshole clenching against his finger and there's nothing I can do - or want to do about it doing that and, yeah, damn it, I want to feel it doing that while his dick is in me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He rolls off of me and I hear his dick pop out of me and followed by a bit of a breeze before I start feeling his spunk starting to ooze out of me, adding to the nastiness of the moment. I'm still miffed about this conversation happening but I set it aside so that the rest of the routine can be taken care of. He hops out of my bed and pads his way to the bathroom and as quietly as possible; I'm lying there listening for any sounds that aren't him in the bathroom. I'm lying there trying to recapture the good feeling of having just been fucked but, damn it, it's not going well because he just had to spoil the fun the way he did. I hear the toilet flush and hear water running and then stop; he sneaks back into the room and nods at me and, as usual, I silently count to 100 before I get out of bed and hit the bathroom to get rid of the evidence of our wrongdoing.

I'm not sure how I feel right now; there's that rush of feelings after having sex but my mind can't stop thinking about what he asked me and I can feel the frown on my face as I shake my head, finish what I was doing, and tip-toe back into our room. He's in his own bed and sitting up with his back against the wall; I slip into my own bed and lean back against the window sill that's on my side of the room and we spend a few... awkward moments just staring at each other in the near darkness of our room.

"Do you really think we should stop this? That this has to be the last time we do it to each other?" I asked.

"Yeah. No. I don't know what to think," he says and I'm miffed all over again even though I do understand why he answered the way he did. I don't know how long he's been thinking about calling a stop to this but I know I've been thinking about it for a very long time and it's been an argument I've had with myself and one that I always wound up losing and it would make me curse myself for my lack of resolve.

"Okay," I finally say to him; I see the wisdom of never doing it again. "It was fun, though, right?"

"Oh, yeah," he says and I can see him grinning across the three feet or so that separates our beds. "It's... it's not that I don't like it when we do it because I do - I always did and you know that."

"I know," I said and nodding. I don't know what he's thinking about but I'm think about how much he kept bugging me about us doing it and how it got on my nerves so much that I caved in and we did it for the first time... wow, five years ago? Close enough. I had to admit - and not for the first time that I really didn't want to do it with him but once we started, I liked - no, loved - doing it with him and no matter how much we fought like dogs.

I sighed and I hear him sigh, too - what was he thinking about that made him do that? I blink and refocus to look over at him... and he's playing with his dick and it's hard again. It was only then that I noticed that my own dick was hard again and even then I didn't notice it until I saw where he was looking... and now I'm frustrated because he's called a stop to the way we "used to" make our dicks soft again. An odd thought flashed through my mind: We had never watched each other jerk off, never jerked each other off and I'm not sure why we never did other than it made more sense to blow each other... and that felt so much better.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The unexpected question snaps me out of the dreamy state I was in and I feel myself getting... miffed; of all the times to ask me something like this he had to ask it now? He couldn't wait until he got done? I bite back my feeling of being annoyed because I have a hunch that if I don't answer him, he's gonna ask again.

"Yeah, I think about it every time we do it," I said. I can hear his dick still making that squishy sound - he hasn't stopped screwing me which is a good thing. "Why are you asking this now?"

"I was thinking about it," he says, his breath feeling hot against the side of my face. "I know it's wrong but, shit, I like doing it with you so much!"

"I like it, too," I said, trying to not get annoyed all over again. I want to "lash out" at him and remind him that there will be time to talk about this later... after he cums in my ass but I bite that back, too.

"If we get caught, we are gonna be in so much trouble," he says - and unnecessarily so since, duh, I'm all too aware of the consequences of our actions. He's not only telling me something I already knew but I'm not feeling all that squishy because he's almost stopped doing it to me.

"I know, I know," I said. "Don't stop, damn it, or we might find out how much trouble we're gonna be in!"

The squishiness returns and, to be honest, I'm not enjoying it so much because this conversation has me thinking more than just feeling.

"I think we should stop after this," he says and, again, being honest, he's not saying anything that he's not said before... and I haven't thought about myself; the older we get and the more we keep doing this, the greater the chances of getting caught doing it... and we are both very familiar about how bad our mother can beat our asses and the very calm way she goes about it. The thought of it makes me shiver and not in a nice way.

"Maybe we should stop... after you hurry up and cum in me," I said with a sigh that wasn't made because his dick was still feeling good buried in my ass. Why the fuck are we talking about this now?

"Yeah, this'll be the last time, huh?" he asks and I just nod as he starts to drive his cock into my ass with purpose until I feel that little tremor, then feel his dick swell... then that delicious pumping and despite being miffed, I sigh happily feeling his sperm flowing into me and the feeling is even more delicious because my mind always picks that moment to remind me that we both got our spunk from the same sources.

Delicious. Nasty and as wrong as anything can get...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Having my dick in his ass felt good... but it always felt good. He's grinding back against me and I could feel him using his inner muscles to squeeze me every time I went all the way into him. So good. So familiar. After a few minutes, I see him open his eyes and see him give me that "cum in me now" look; I kinda don't want to but we both knew that the longer I held off from cumming, the greater the chance of getting caught so I pick up the pace just a bit until we both felt my dick swell... and start pumping. I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly and he's... grinning as I just lay still and let it all happen and as it had so many times before.

I'm recovering from my release and now a sense of anticipation is rushing through me because as soon as I pull out and get on my stomach, it won't be long before I feel his Vaseline-coated dick sliding into my ass like a hot knife through butter - and the sooner I get out of him, the sooner he can get it in me. We've had a lot of practice making the exchange; I roll off of him and onto my belly, wincing just a bit as my dick pops out of his ass with the quick movement; I feel his sticky fingers spreading the goo against and into my hole, then feel the bed shift as he mounts me but he hasn't gotten that "all in one motion" thing down pat but he gets his prick in me: Elapsed time? About ten seconds from the time I pulled out to the time he went in. I sigh, he sighs and settles in atop me and the familiarity of his dick in my ass surrounds me.

Ahh... this feels so good. I like that he's not really in a hurry but, yeah, he's hurrying and even as I'm enjoying the feeling of his hardness in my ass, my other senses are turned up real high, listening for any sounds that might lead to us getting caught in the act. I can feel his weight on me; I can feel the heat rolling off of him and he's so sweaty; I can hear him breathing heavily and I almost start to giggle because I can hear that obscene, squishy sound of his Vaseline-coated dick sliding in and out of me.

"Do you ever think about us doing this being wrong?"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It wasn't unusual for my brother to wake me up in the middle of the night and whisper, "Hey... I wanna do it..."

Then dicks would get sucked; balls would be emptied and, after a bit of rest, asses would get fucked and creamed. The routine rarely, if ever, varied and no matter which one of us woke up the other. One night, I was lying in bed, restless and unable to sleep; I wasn't quite sure if I was really horny or if it was just one of those nights when sleep would be elusive. As such, I was awake - but with my eyes closed when I heard my brother get out of his bed and I could tell by his footsteps that he wasn't going to the bathroom.

I think I spooked him when, as he went to shake me awake I said, "Okay!" The now "old as dirt" routine began and we'd both long since learned not to let the very risky situation get us to start laughing at how we were, once again, getting away with something we weren't supposed to be doing.

In the earlier days of our... sin, we'd take turns sucking each other but eventually "graduated" to doing it together in a side-by-side 69; not always the most comfortable way to do it but one we figured would allow us to move quickly should we hear noises that might be a sign that we were about to get busted. He came first and I moaned as his load spilled into my mouth all warm and a bit more saltier than usual; he couldn't give voice to his pleasure like he wanted to but he was moaning against my dick in his mouth and as I swallowed, I almost started laughing to, once again, realized why they called a blow job a hummer.

I came a few moments later, pressing my pillow into my face to muffle the moans I couldn't really stop from coming out... damn - he was really good at sucking me! But that made sense given the many years he'd been doing it. He lets go of me and we're kinda propped up on our elbows, looking at each other, and grinning and this, too, was just part of the routine. We're recovering, still doing our best to stay as quiet as possible but we'd developed a way to talk without talking so when he looked at me and raised his eyebrows, I knew that meant two things: One was to "ask" me if I was ready to fuck him and the other signaled his readiness to be fucked.

The routine was so... routine that we both had a jar of Vaseline hidden under our mattresses and in a place that wouldn't easily be discovered should our mother decide to make our beds. A moment to apply the slick but sticky stuff to both of us; another to roll onto his back and with practiced ease, sink my dick into his ass all in one smooth move. He sighed and I did, too, and as I laid down onto him and started moving, I could easily see the dreamy look and smile on his face.[/SIZE][/FONT]

I am a 52 year old married female. Together for a total 7 years married for two. I love my husband but unfortunately due to hormonal issues what started out as an active sex life has disintegrated to me having no desire for sex. Like a dumbass I figured my husband jerked his dick watched some porn etc to handle his urges.
Well recently I realized that his email is 100% accessible from my laptop. Needless to say he hes been trolling webpages looking for someone to suck his cock and also someone to top. According to him at some point in time one of his bi friends turned him out he would fuck his buddy and then they would suck each other off. He is telling these random guys online that he wants a bj & minimal ass play. Even though I was pretty devastated I gotta say it made my pussy a little wet. I am still in love with him and want to be with him. I had some brief girl/girl action back in the day and masturbating in the porno movie house in public. So I get it. ANd no I never told him of those experiences.

I am praying when I approach him he doesn't divorce me. I know he will try to lie out of it .. Should I say something or just stay quiet & read all the sexy emails?