The New Guest - Home-cumming

Thankfully, Chris and I managed to get ourselves cleaned up and everything loaded into my van before I would have had to pay more on the hotel room. We stood there talking for a bit, reminiscing over it all. Laughing about how silly our approaches towards one another were, giggling over what mom would think, smiling about those just passed moments in the hotel room, and lamenting the "oh so many" missed opportunities for fooling around when we were growing up. I believe it was the latter that inspired Chris next. 

"I'm not ready to go home," Chris said flatly. Then a few breaths and, "I'm not ready to let THIS go," his eyes moving towards the hotel room then back to me. 

His face had gone a little pale and his eyes moist and pleading. Of course, none of this was actually necessary, I didn't need cues like these, I could tell how he felt in that room, I knew, I know! And I know how I felt.

So, I lifted his chin slightly, kissed him gently, and whispered, "I love you Chris and I'm not ready either. Come home with me."  Then I turned to get in the van. He didn't move immediately, but by the time the van was warm and I was shifting out of park, he was buckling in beside me. We were both smiling.

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The forty five minute drive back to my house was interesting to say the least. It wasn't all that bad, but quiet time in a vehicle tends to let the mind travel, and Chris came up with a lot of questions. After giving up on being with someone I loved all those years before and having it thrust back upon me like that, I didn't want to lie to him, so I answered all of his questions. I explained how when we lost our business that doing these shows with Dean was how I was going to financially supplement. It wasn't intended to turn into what it had the over the past few months. It was supposed to be just me and Dean, doing a couple shows, to make ends meet. I told him how now these shows had become our full means of income. I mean it, every bill was paid with money from these sex shows. Mortgage, utilities, groceries, even the damn insurances and college funds were covered this way. Not that I minded. It is a great way to make a living if you can manage it. Being satisfied, at least for the moment, about how this had gotten started and such, he struck again. 

"So, what are you going to tell Noelle? You know, about why I'm staying over? Or how we even crossed paths tonight?" He asked. 

I honestly thought his head was going to implode as he tried to grasp at what I had told him.

"That's all very easily answered," I said. "The truth."

My wife, Noelle, had known about my sexual feelings for my big brother for quite some time. I told her about all the things I did as a kid to get a peek at Chris' goods. She knew all about the emotional ups and downs I experienced just for feeling that way about my own kin. She never judged me. She took it in stride like I was telling her what I got at the grocery store that day. She is amazing my Noelle, I love her very dearly. Truth is, she may have been just as happy about this whole thing with Chris as I was. Of course, I wouldn't tell Chris that; let him sweat it out. And I could tell he was too. The closer we got to my home, the more uneasy he seemed. He had started chewing his bottom lip and was continually shifting in his seat. 

"It'll be ok," I said. "She'll be fine with it." I could see the inner turmoil going on written plainly on his face. "I promise." The weight on him seemed too heavy to continue teasing. 

"Ok," was all the reply he gave.

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It was a little after one in the morning when we arrived at my home. My wife already had the garage door opening as we pulled up the driveway. She was standing in the garage near the door to the house, wearing nothing. Chris' mouth dropped wide open when he caught sight of her there. She looks fantastic in whatever she wears, but nothing is her best outfit any day. And he clearly appreciated the look she had on that night, the bulge growing in his pants gave that away. 

"Feeling better?" I asked him as I pulled into the garage. He just looked at me.

The look on Noelle's face when she realized Dean and I were not alone in the vehicle was priceless. She half started to dash inside, then stopped, realizing she has already been clearly visible anyhow, smiled, saw it was Chris and waved. At seeing him, all thoughts of modesty must have just completely flown from her mind. She skipped around to the passenger side to greet him, immediately bypassing my usual welcome home kiss. I don't mind though, I had plans for the night ahead. 

"He was the new guest at the show tonight," I told her. "Pretty wild, huh?"

"Yes it is," she said with a tone that tells me she's a little bit more than a little intrigued. 

"Let me get Dean out and into his bed, then I'll come explain what happened tonight." I say, motioning with my head for them both to go on inside. Chris' cock is straining against his pants, begging to be freed, while my Noelle just goes into the usual small talk one would have with family. She's on about how are you and how's so and so, and poor Chris just can't take his eyes from her perfectly trimmed little landing strip. It was almost comical. As they passed me to go into the house, Noelle leaned to give me my kiss. 

"Sorry sweetie," she said. "How much tonight?"

"A little over 6k," I replied, "I couldn't take Chris', didn't feel right." She just smiled.

I spent the next ten minutes or so getting Dean settled back in. He had a big night himself and I wanted to make sure he was feeling good. Plenty of water, check, fluffy bed, check, treats, check, and some down time with dad, check. After spending a few non-sexual moments with Dean, I headed towards the living room. I had spent some of that time with my puppy trying to figure out how suggest the idea that we could all have some real fun that night, That wasn't at all necessary. 

As I approached the large sofa in our living room I could see Chris sitting there. My entrance from the dog's area had me coming up from behind, so he didn't see me. I noticed my wife wasn't anywhere to be seen and at just about the same time I started to hear the sounds coming from the sitting area. My heart began to race a little, I know those sounds, I've heard them often enough. I almost don't want to let myself believe I was going to see what I thought I was, as I get close enough to look over Chris' shoulder. I almost didn't want to look for fear I was somehow mistaken. I moved slowly, but never stopped. I was going to look of course, but I was savoring the torture I gave myself by slowing down confirmation of my thoughts, whichever way it would have gone. 

"Dear sweet god in heaven," I barely said aloud. It was audible enough that Chris heard me though. He jumped a little, startled I suppose by my sudden appearance. That was when Noelle looked up, popped Chris' cock head from her mouth, and smiled that smile I love so much. 

"Hi Honey!" She said cheerfully. Hi indeed. 

"Don't let me interupt," I said, looking at Noelle. "I was just admiring, didn't mean to scare anyone," I said to Chris.

Noelle immediately goes back to work on Chris' cock. He looks at me for a few seconds, nothing was said, but it felt like a lot of information was relayed between us. Looking back now, I know that was one of the deepest emotional moments I ever shared with my brother. I believe it would have lasted even longer had the head of his cock not found it's way into my wife's throat. When I looked back at her, his cock was buried deep in her mouth. Her lips were wrapped around the base, with her nose pressing into his belly. She swallowed him whole. There were delicious amounts of saliva pooling up on his pelvis and running down his thighs. With tears streaming down her cheeks she slowly lifted her head, revealing inch after inch of cock that was so thoroughly hidden from view less than a minute ago. She backs him all the way out, which leaves a strong, thick strand of spit connecting the two of them. Her lips to his cock. My brother's cock to my wife's lips. Like a pounding in my head, heart, and loins. I heard it again, louder, MY WIFE'S LIPS to MY BROTHER'S COCK. Then it stopped and I knew I needed to get in there. I couldn't take it, my hormones were going insane at that point. Both of them watching me as I went, I circled around the sofa, stripping along the way, and knelt behind my wife. She went back to sucking on Chris as I started to rub the head of my dick up and down her already sopping wet pussy. It didn't take long to lubricate myself with her juices and start sliding inside of her. She always feels so good and this time was no different. And watching her suck my brother like a pro while I pounded at her doggystyle? The sloppy, moist sucking sounds coming from her mouth and throat? The hard, wet slapping sound I was creating? I don't know how him or I managed to not cum right then, but we held on. Maybe we knew she deserved it for being so understanding and accepting, maybe neither one of us wanted it to end, or maybe it was just all the fucking we had done earlier. Whatever it was, we all knew we we just getting started. We repositioned with Noelle on her back on the floor, me kneeling next to her face, and Chris lining himself up to feel the inside of my wife for the very first time. A sensation he would later tell me he'd fantasized about for years. Glad I could help big brother. I breathed in deeply as she took me into her mouth and the head of his cock touched her labia. He pushed forward slowly, allowing me to clearly see how far apart his cock was spreading her lips, which was further than my own would. Watching all of his manhood disappear inside of her was awesome. Feeling her enjoyment of it through the vibrations in her moaning was amazing. But watching his cock on his first outstoke, I'll never forget that. His cock came out so slowly and was glistening the whole way down with her juices. Her pussy lips clung to him, as if trying to stop him exiting her, dragging the entire length of him all the way to the crown. He fucked her like this for several minutes, aware that her and I were both enjoying it. He eventually increased his speed, slowly picking up the pace, until he was pounding into her. Hard and fast enough that she couldn't manage to keep me in her mouth anymore. I knew if he kept it up he would cum, and even if she was ok with it, I wasn't ready for that yet. So, I thought to distract him. I stood and put a foot on either side of my wife's waste, facing towards Chris. In this position he had to slow his stroke down in order to take my cock in his mouth. This worked to prevent him from cumming but now put me in the danger zone. With just a slight lean to one side or the other, I now had a perfect view of my brother blowing me and fucking my wife simultaneously. It took all I had to not cum. Then of course, it happened. I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart, then my wife's tounge licking my butthole. 

"Oh my god," I belted out.

It was just too much. All in a good way, but too much. Her lips and tongue in and on my asshole. His mouth and throat doing wonders on my already aching cock. And the sight of him sliding in and out of Noelle. It was too much. I let loose without warning, dumping my load inside Chris' mouth. With all the credit it deserves, he didn't lose a drop. Backing away, panting, my softening cock slipping from his mouth, I watched him lick his lips just to make sure he didn't miss any. Having spent my load, I went back to the sofa and plopped down to watch them finish. With me out of the way, so to speak, Chris was quickly pounding away at her again. From the pitch of her screams I could tell she was nearing a big orgasm. She was grabbing at the carpet, her head was back, her muscles all tensing up, she was going to blow. Then Chris stiffened up, let out a loud sigh, and twitched uncontrollably as he emptied his balls into the mother of my children. He kissed her on the mouth and she could taste me on him. They lay there for a few minutes, staring at each other, sharing in that moment together. The first time they were together sexually. I don't know which of us found it more romantic.

As Chris began pulling out of her, I snapped to, knowing what I had to do. The instant he was out of her, I was there, staring at her oozing, obviously recently fucked vagina. I love seeing it this way, all messy and used. I dove in with my mouth wide open. Licking and sucking from her outer lips to the farthest interior pussy wall my tongue could reach. I did my very best to get it all and even got her closer to that orgasm that started building in her just before my brother came. Noelle knew what she needed though. With me spent and Chris worn out, there was only one cock left in the house that could satisfy her. So, off I went to see if Dean was "up" for it.

I found him awake and more than ready to play with the adults again. The sounds and smells of sex must have gotten to him because his penis was half out of its sheath already. I pet him a bit, tugged on his sheath a little, felt him get even harder, and knew for sure I was right. He wanted to play. As I led Dean into the living room, I saw Noelle putting the flannel blanket from the hotel down on the floor. I could see the spots we had made earlier and so did she. She just smiled at me as she laid down on them. Dean, as is the general case with him, needed very little encouragement. He gave Chris' crotch a courtesy sniff and lick and then was quick to lapping at my still beautiful bride's slit. Since Dean and my wife had been fucking longer than Dean and I, they really knew each other well. It didn't take long before he had those preciously sweet juices flowing from her into his waiting, hungry mouth.  But she didn't want to cum that way, not this time. She wanted to show off for Chris a little. She flipped over onto all fours and Dean was on her pussy in a flash. Licking away, more urgently, his cock extending further. She reached back, slapped her own ass, and my pup responded appropriately. He hopped up, hooking his paws perfectly around her shapely hips and began his thrusting motion, seeking out her cave of wonders. Inward he plunged as Chris and I sat back and watch the theatrics unfolding before us. The heat of his cock never seems to fail to shock you and true to that she jumped and moaned as she felt it. His pace quickened when he realized he hit his mark. Then hyper-drive kicked in and he was slamming her with wild abandon. The sloshing of their mixing juices had become audible. Wet slapping and shouts of extreme pleasure could be heard throughout the entire house, I'm sure of it. 

"His knot is swelling up now," I said to Chris. "You remember what that felt like, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "How could I forget?"

"Watch then," I tell him. "You're going to love this."

Sitting where we were afforded us an excellent view of Dean penetrating my wife with his massive purple cock. Watching as his knot got bigger and bigger. Slipping in and out of Noelle with ease. I could see her relaxing, using the techniques we worked on, controlling her breathing. Dean has a good 3 1/2-4 inch knot, all of which was steadily sliding fully in and then back out of my wife. Chris' jaw droped again as he realized what he was watching. Dean didnt't tie with my wife like he does with me, or like he had with Chris earlier. Noelle can relax enough to allow herself to be able to get fucked with his knot. It's an amazing thing to witness. His knot stretched her to ridiculous widths. The sound is slightly different at this point as well. It takes on more of a deeper, suction like sound. Loud and highly erotic, I could see it having its affect on Chris, he was glued to the scene. Juices and doggy pre-cum leaked out of her, amidst the popping and sloshing sounds, running down her legs to puddle on the blanket. Hers screams had reached the point of attaining the ability to breath life back into the recently deceased. Then in a blast of hurried pumping, Dean let out his "I'm cumming" howl. Having cum almost non-stop from his intial entrance into her pink folds, Noelle collapsed to the floor, trying to catch her breath. 

Chris slowly turned to me. "Wow," was all he could manage. 

"I knew you would like that," I replied.

"H-how did she do that? His...thing is....so big?" he stammered. 

"Training my dear brother, training." I said back. He raised an eyebrow in need of further explanation. So I added, "You think mine was something? You need to see one of her shows!"