Message-ID: <17061eli$9811080537@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17061.txt> From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com> Subject: At My Brother-in-law's Mercy (MF, nc, Rape)(After spellcheck) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981107193618.14196.qmail@hotmail.com> At My Brother-in-law's Mercy To understand my predicament you have to understand one thing: I love my husband very, very much. I would do anything to make him happy. We've been happily married for six years. My husband, John, has his own business and recently he gave his older brother Ian a job. Ian has been abroad for the past three years. He was living with his girlfriend in Denmark but they split up and he decided to come back to England. John has always worshipped Ian and at once offered him a job and our spare room. This was the first time I had met Ian and he seemed pleasant enough. It's easy to see the family resemblance but whereas my husband is as open and honest as daylight, Ian has a more crueler and secretive cast to his features. Although they both work together they don't always go to work together. One of their major clients lives in the city about an hour's drive away and likes to have either early morning or late evening meetings. This means that around three times a week my husband has to either leave at seven in the morning or come home around eight in the evening. Yesterday was one of the mornings he had to leave early. He tried to get up without disturbing me, as usual, but I was already awake. When he noticed he came back to kiss me and with very little persuading returned to bed to make love to me. The only thing in our marriage that isn't perfect is our sex life. For some reason my husband can't bring me to orgasm. We've tried various different methods but now we just accept it. Sometimes he helps me use a vibrator or watches me masturbate but it's become that we just accept that he is the only one who will orgasm. I don't mind since it feels pleasurable and I love giving him pleasure. Once John had left I was still turned on so I got my vibrator and used that to bring myself to climax. We try to be quiet about our lovemaking as Ian is in the next room but he has never said anything. I was almost asleep again when I felt a cool draft as the covers were lifted. For a moment I thought John had returned for some reason but when I rolled over I could see in the dim light creeping under the curtains that it was Ian lying next to me in the bed. I was still befuddled with drowsiness and before I could react he was laying on top of me. The feel of his naked flesh on mine quickly brought me to a realisation of the situation and I tried to push him away. He grinned at me and hooked his hands under my shoulders and let me struggle. His weight was pressing me down into the matrass and I couldn't move him. Even worse, the more I struggled, the more I became aware that he was aroused. "What are you doing?" I asked. "That's a stupid question," he said. "What do you think I'm doing. I'm horny and I'm bored with jerking off. I want a nice juicy cunt so I came in here." "I'm your sister-in-law!" I said. "You can't do this to me." "Who's going to stop me?" he asked. "There's no one else here. You can scream if you want but I don't see anyone breaking in to save you. And as you can see I'm much stronger than you." "If you rape me I'll report you to the police," I told him. "Well you could do that. But how is John going to feel if you do that?" "What do you mean?" "I think if you claim I raped you John would be devastated. His wife and his brother. And he wouldn't know who to believe, especially after I tell him how you seduced me. Even if he does try to believe you he would never be sure. I would, of course, describe in great detail how you came, something you never do with him. Oh yes, if you tell him I think you might just ruin his life." There was nothing I could say. Every word was true. "Don't you care about John?" I asked at last. "You don't really want to hurt him like that." "I won't be the one hurting him, you will be. I just want to fuck. If you don't say anything, no one will get hurt." "Except me." "Oh I'll make sure you have a good time," he said, and then he kissed me. It wasn't a nice gentle kiss like John's kisses are. Instead he ground his mouth roughly against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth while his hips pushed against mine in a similar rhythm. I tried again to throw him off and this time I managed to get him half off me. I tried to scramble out of the bed but he caught me and threw me back down. He grabbed my knees and forced them apart, wedging his torso in between my thighs. I could feel some of the coarse hairs around his belly button tickling my clit. With my legs splayed his skin was pressed against my pussy. I was still wet from the orgasm I had had with the vibrator and I knew he could feel it. I pushed and thumped him with my fists but he ignored my struggles and grabbed my breasts. He wasn't anymore gentle with them than he had been with my mouth. He squeezed and kneaded them but to my shame my nipples grew hard. He twisted them between his fingers and I gave an involuntary moan. He began sucking them each in turn into his mouth, occasionally blowing across them first. The warm heat of his mouth felt so good I soon forgot to struggle. He would cruelly graze my nipple with his tongue, then gently swirl his tongue across it. The sensations he produced were so pleasurable I was moaning and tugging at his hair to encourage him and I was instinctively thrusting my hips against him. He paused and looked triumphantly at me and I realised what I was doing. "You've got great tits, sister-in-law," he said. "I've been looking at them for ages wondering what they would be like. They're not massive but they're just the right size. And you've got the biggest nipples I've ever seen." I began to fight him again, even shouting and screaming for help. He just laughed and started squeezing my breasts again, nipping and biting them and trying to suck the entire mound into his mouth. He even squeezed them hard together and tried to get them both in his mouth at once. Although he was being rough he was still somehow giving me pleasure and it was difficult to keep resisting him. Taking me by surprise he suddenly turned round and knelt over me. His head was now between my thighs and his cock was swinging in my face. It looked so different to John's Ian's was noticeably shorter and thicker and a much darker red in colour. At the thought of it plunging into me I felt a thrill of mingled terror and anticipation that produced a flood of moisture between my legs. The next moment I stiffened in shock as Ian's mouth dived on my pussy and began sucking and licking. His hands were on my thighs, forcing them wide apart so I was completely open and at his mercy. He didn't show any mercy though, as he relentlessly used his tongue, first on my clit, then in my cunt. He flicked and swirled and jabbed with it, and even used his teeth on my clit in a similar fashion to the way he had treated my nipples. I was still shouting and thrashing around on the bed but I no longer knew if it was from fear or pleasure. Then the mindlessness of an orgasm swept through me and my body shook under a torrent of pleasure such as I had never known. I was limp when it had gone but Ian hadn't finished with me yet. He turned back round and, grabbing my hips, thrust his cock deep into my cunt. I don't know how to describe the sensation. He seemed to fill and stretch me. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me and it seemed to echo the tremors still shaking me. He began to relentlessly thrust into me, seeming to go deeper each time. I could feel another orgasm beginning as he fucked me harder and harder. Then I came, my back arching off the mattress. I was dimly aware that he was coming to, pumping deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, both our bodies trembling and covered in sweat. At last he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me sprawled on the bed. When he had left to go to the office I had a long shower and changed the bed. I tried to forget what had happened but the remaining tremors in my body wouldn't let me. I knew I wouldn't say anything to John, or the police. I had no proof and I was too afraid that John might ask me at some point if I had enjoyed it. He can always tell when I'm lying so I wouldn't be able to deny the pleasure I had found in being fucked by his brother. So I have been pretending that nothing happened. Until tonight. John has another early morning meeting tomorrow and Ian just whispered in my ear: "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow morning, bright and early. I'm getting hard already." I wish I could believe he was joking but I don't think he is. I'm afraid he's going to fuck me again tomorrow and there's nothing I can do about it. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>