Brotherly Love

Camron (26) and Bryson (29) Miller were the youngest in a family of seven siblings spawned by Ruth and Freddie Miller, leaders of the Church of Christ in Huntington, Iowa. Good athletes with a good upbringing, they were quite the catches for Hilary Atkins and Stephanie "Stephie" St. James, both nabbing a brother before high school graduation and were married while they were still in college

Cam and Hilary had two kids, four and two years old; Bryson and Stephie had four kids, 8, 5, 4 and 2 years old. Growing up the brothers went to the lake house with the family, but since Bryson graduated high school, he had to miss many summer gatherings.

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Book it!

"It's been ten years!....... Ten years!!!"

Cam's hands were gesticulating in the air, trying to convince his brother to cancel a work trip sothe couples could have a weekend together at the lake.

"It's the only weekend available."

"Come on Bryson, we'll have the in-laws take the kids and it'll just be a fun couples time."

Hilary, in her usual droopy sweatshirt, hair clip and glasses, said, supporting her husband.

"You two can fish and Stephie and I can go shopping in the smaller towns."

"I can't promise anything, but..."

Bryson started, but was interrupted.

"YES!" Cam and Hilary said, high-fiveing.

"Relax until I cancel the other trip and run it by 'The Boss',"

Bryson was referring to his wife, Stephanie, as he tried to cool their jets.

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Sizing up a Sister-in-Law

"Yeah, sounds like it will be a great time," Stephie said, hugging Bryson. "It's about time you put the family first."

Bryson squeezed his wife, remembering the feeling of his sister-in-law's breasts as they had hugged briefly just 10 minutes ago. He'd always found his little brother's wife frumpy and nothing to look at, but he did have one regret marrying Stephie, her 32B breasts.

"Mmmm. I'd take this upstairs with you, but I'm ovulating and don't want another one quite yet," Stephie said, the cries and screams from their kids upstairs needing their attention.

In high school Stephie was the quintessential "flyer" on the cheerleading squad, blonde, small, petite and light. Today she had put on about five pounds per child, her body not close to what it was. She looked good in her makeup, clothes and wearing sexy underwear.

In bed she was fabulous, talented in all aspects of sex. Not believing in birth control made sex less frequent, by her choice. She wanted to stop at four kids while he professed wanting a minimum of six. His advances were often met with icy responses as she used sex passive aggressively against him for wanting so many children.

Bryson was looking forward to the weekend at the cabin as a time to reconnect and possibly work on getting that fifth child.

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Lake Weekend

"Dad would have never let us bring girls up here," Cam said to the women. "He had a

strict...'until there's a ring on that finger'.. rule, meaning a wedding ring."

The couples had gotten an early jump, taking the full day off and arrived just after lunch. The ladies got busy preparing food while the men went out and made sure the boats, fishing equipment and toys were all functional and cleaned off.

It was early Spring. The forecast temperatures in the southern Minnesota area were highs in the 50s and lows in the high 30s. They would be able to get out on the water, but there was going to be no swimming, water temperature would be dangerously cold.

"It's ready!" Hilary called out, reaching up and waving, giving just a flash of skin under her sweatshirt and above the waistline of her flannel bottoms. She turned and the sweatshirt held above her waist for a moment, exposing an arse cheek pressed against the flannel, that then disappeared quickly.

"Who does your look? Billy Eilish?" Bryson said, giving Hilary a hug of thanks for the sandwich, and a bit of grief about her clothes. He had got into most of her side but was bummed he missed a chance to assess the "goods" upstairs.

Stephie, setting up in the downstairs bedroom was oblivious to Bryson's comment. The youngsters got to hike their things upstairs. She came out and handed the boys a beer each and then Hilary and her some sort of sparkling wine.

"I like to be comfortable," Hilary said, wrapping her arms around Cam, who was devouring his sandwich standing at the island in the kitchen. "To a weekend of memories!"

Bryson of course heard "mammaries", his horniness focused on his sister in-laws' boobs.

"Cheers!" They all clinked glasses.

They slowly finished the sandwiches, had some fruit and veggies then more beer and wine. They were all getting a bit of a buzz by the time Cam suggested a gentle boat ride. Everyone agreed with this idea.

The girls began packing a cooler and snacks, and the boys went down to the dock. For the first time in a long time Bryson felt like it was just his brother and he, like when they were growing up, where they shared all of their thoughts and feelings no matter the subject. Being sons of such a tight lipped, upstanding couple like their parents, they used to tell and ask each other everything.

"What's Hilary hiding under that sweatshirt?" Bryson boldly asked, their conversation growing up started like that, blunt, to the point.

"Wouldn't you like to know brother," Cam said with a wry grin. "I'll just tell you they're big."

"Size?"

"No deal, she'd shoot me," Cam quipped, loading up the fishing equipment, then changing the subject to kids. "Going for number five this weekend?"

"Ha...I'll try but it's not a 'priority' right now," Bryson said using air quotes. "It's been a few weeks."

"Oh shit! I can't go three days without...."

"Boys!" Hilary called out, half jogging down to the dock, her breasts bouncing high to her chin and then settling nicely stopping before they reached the dock. Bryson's mouth dropped and she grinned at them both. "I'm ready!"

Her chest was heaving from the jog down the dock and, 20 yards behind her was Stephie toting the cooler. The snack bag strap over Hilary's shoulder split her breasts. For a moment Bryson got a good look at their bulbous shape. He was definitely enamoured with them. She pulled the strap up and over her shoulder, handing it to her older brother-in-law.

"Here!" Hilary said, looking into Bryson's eyes, brushing his chest getting onto the boat. Cam raised an eyebrow and smiled at Bryson who was helping Stephie onto the boat, wanting to give her a kiss on the lips, but she turned and presented a cheek. Stephie looked at him with that 'not this weekend' expression, which dropped his libido a good mile.

"She's icing me out this weekend, I know it!" Bryson said quietly, handing Cam a beer and maneuvering the boat slowly down the lake, while the ladies were in the back chit-chatting. Having always gotten along at family gatherings over the holidays or birthdays, they were thick as thieves.

The two boys were raised in a strictly patriarchal environment with the man being in charge, especially in bed. Stephie was a strong woman and had whittled away at that persona and was now in charge in the bedroom. He didn't complain because she ensured he was very satisfied, was always pushing the limits and letting him keep the dominant role.

"Relax, she'll come around," Cam said. "Just keep feeding her drinks, she'll melt into your arms."

They cruised around for a couple of hours, stopping and testing out a couple of fishing poles and lures, catching a couple of "smallmouths", and throwing them back into the water.

Returning to the cottage the ladies took the snacks and the boys kept the cooler.

"You like big tits, don't you?" Cam said to Bryson, who stammered and finally protested.

"Ah...no, not, what gives you that idea?"

"Julie Mitchel, remember?" Cam said, getting a blank stare from his older brother. "Shit, you're not that old to forget how you almost broke up with Stephie about a month before you proposed because of the new girl Julie Mitchel...and her 38D breasts!"

"Cam. I never almost broke up with Stephie for anyone."

"Julie was in your study hall...you told me this, so drop the act," Cam said. The two had not talked or been around each other much since Bryson left for college. "Between your story about feeling her breasts backstage in the study hall, and your infatuation with Hilary's body - You like big tits."

"I was lying..." Bryson said, head down.

"About Julie? Or that you like big tits?"

"Ha! About Julie...and I am wondering..."

"I knew it! About big tits that is!"

"Boys! Supper's ready!" Hilary shouted from the deck her bouncing breasts moving her sweatshirt as she stepped up.

"Great timing," Cam said, smiling, and slapped his brother on the back.

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Fetish Exchange

The beers and drinks were flowing. Stephie was being handsy with Bryson, and a bit with Cam. It was nice to see her loosen up, her church-going persona muted, the woman that is a freak in the bedroom showing through.

"Okay Boob boy, I have to admit your Stephie's big, round orbs of arse flesh do it for me," Cam confessed, a couple shots on top of the beer starting to do the talking in the cabin, the girls outside.

"Ha! Can you imagine me letting my brother grab a hold of the church's lay leader of the year?"

"I'll take 'cow-girl' of the year if you know what I mean," Cam said, waiting for his brother to keep the jocularity going.

"What are you boys, chatting about," Stephie slurred seeing our intense expressions.

"Uhh...nothin....Hey, you okay?" Bryson asked, right before his wife's face planted onto the couch. She was out like a light.

Bryson looked over as she dropped to the cushions. Cam peeled off sitting by, and kissing, Hilary.

"Great," Bryson muttered and tried to wake Stephie, who just groaned and rolled over.

"Good Nighty, Night!" Hilary waved with a big smile, her fingers waggling at the older couple who had been on the couch but were now hand in hand moving upstairs.

The alcohol was getting to Bryson, the goal of getting her drunk enough to fuck in the same cottage lake house had been achieved - just too much. He laid beside his wife, holding her, the hard-on caused by talking big tits with his brother was pressing against her back.

Bryson passed out beside her.

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Can You Hear Me Now?

"Ohh! CHRIST!" Hilary's voice cried out through the cottage waking Bryson, squinting at his apple watch seeing it read 3 a.m. "BABY! OHHHHHH!"

"Shit," Bryson muttered, getting up, his arm sore from holding Stephie on the couch downstairs. She was still out like a light.

"OH! OH! OH! OH!" the sound of Hilary getting it repeatedly from his younger brother was echoing from the upstairs hallway.

"I gotta pee," Bryson whispered into Stephie's ear. She moaned and rolled over. There was only one bathroom in the cottage and it was upstairs, luckily opposite down the hall from where the noises of pleasure were emanating.

"OH! STUD! OH! OH! YES! YES!" She was climaxing. Bryson climbed the stairs fast, turning to the left away from the orgasmic noises.

Then he almost tripped - there were clothes strewn all down the hallway.

"Damn." Bryson said, impressed by their passion.

"Ohhh! Mmmm. Give it to me. Oh! No! Finish baby! Make another one INSIDE ME!"

"Damn, they want..." Bryson was muttering to himself before he saw the object of his desire on the hall floor.

Hilary's bra!

He fumbled the light on, his cock getting hard from the sex noises and now holding the undergarment charged with restraining his sister-in-law's boobs. Bryson closed his eyes, ran his hand down the lace, held it to his face, feeling it's smoothness, opening his eyes to look at the tag.

"Damn it!"

He had left his contacts in, so he dried his eyes and held it out from his face, blinking.

"Fuck, come on!!!" he looked and the tag was faded, 'of course she just wore old bras all the time, they were cheap.'

Bang!

The bang, sounded like a door, Bryson dropped the bra and scurried down the hall to the stairs and stopped.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"CAM! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"CUM BABY! OHH! OH!"

Bryson went downstairs, the commotion waking Stephie who was staggering to their bedroom.

"AH!" the voice of the younger brother cried out, climaxing.

Bryson slipped into his bedroom, his wife passed out again on the bed, her shorts half off, still wearing her bra.

He stared at her, the banging from upstairs stopped, his hard-on raging. He looked at what could have been! She lay on the bed, so he helped her out of her clothes, tucking her under the covers naked.

"I..I..hmmm...sorry," she said, still slurring.

Bryson stripped naked, held her, his cock pushing against her back.

"Oh...not....no...tonight," she whispered, passing out again.

There was a part of Bryson that wanted to take what was his, her pussy open for entry, just inches away from his hard cock. He might have,....... but his mind went elsewhere.

He relived holding Hilary's underwear, the lace of the bra pressed against his cheek, he imagined it filled with the bulbous breast, his lips finding cleavage while unsnapping it, falling into his hand before his mouth searched for the nipple.

Rolling over Bryson grabbed his shirt, pulled the covers open and began to rub his aching cock. I'm going to fuck 'her' instead, he thought hand running up and down the shaft of his cock, picturing Hilary's face attaching it to some large breasts he had ogled on the internet. He had a thing - a big thing for big breasts -- and had even got to the point of badgering Stephie to get a boob job.

She refused him, not wanting the attention it would bring, initially and forever.

"Ohhh..." he quietly moaned, replaying the sounds he'd heard, the pitch and tenor of Hilary's moans, the banging of the bed, seeing her above him, breasts hanging down as she rode him cow-girl.

His wife's bare arse was to his right - she had kicked the covers off. He remembered Cam talking about how much he desired those round mounds of meat. In his mind Cam was soon ramming her, while he was getting ridden by Hilary.

"Mmmmm," he breathed, quickening his strokes.

"Huh?" Stephanie muttered but didn't roll over. It was too late anyway, Bryson was going to finish, with his wife watching or not.

"OH!" he said audibly, and came, his cum shooting out high into the air landing on his stomach, the vision of Hilary in his mind pushing down, smiling, taking all his seed.

Stephie didn't move, and Bryson's orgasm pumped three long cords of cum onto his torso then oozed out more. He'd not nutted in a couple weeks, even though their policy was generally one of him finishing inside her. The lack of desire to have another child, and dislike of 'protection' had put a stop to that.

"Mmmmm" he whispered, grabbed his shirt, cleaned up, and went to sleep.

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Good Morning!

The shots and beers had given Bryson a monster headache. His wife was in the shower so he slipped on some shorts and headed to the kitchen. Just before stepping in, he saw Hilary, robe loosely open, showing part of her body like J-Lo's dress at the Oscars.

His eyes were wide.

He saw the girth of both breasts, the cleavage pushing the robe away from her body while taking that first sip of coffee. He scanned up and then down expecting to see a pregnant belly, or the second roll of skin, but to his surprise and delight she had a flat stomach.

Her eyes looked up at him as he moved into the kitchen going for his coffee.

"How's Stephie?" she said. "Good morning..."

"Good morning...fine, in the shower."

She turned and smiled, her "got fucked all night" hair dazzling, her body stripped of her bulky clothes was stunning. The robe opened to each nipple before she grabbed one edge, then the other and pulled them together.

"I hope you guys had a good night," she said with a grin knowing Bryson had to have heard she and Cam, then disappeared up the steps. He caught a glimpse of her tight arse showing from under the short robe.

He was instantly hard.

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Size Matters

"Come on tell me!" Bryson demanded. He and Cam were going for a run after breakfast.

Cam just laughed it off, not about to disclose his wife's bra size without having some fun with his older brother and getting collateral back.

"I'm glad you weren't around when we were courting, I mean she's a bit adventurous and... I've said too much."

"Really? Seriously? Adventurous?" Bryson said, trying to mute his enthusiasm.

"Did you hear us last night brother?"

"No....I mean, not at first."

"We banged for a couple hours, fell asleep then banged harder for another hour."

"I heard your second foray, the bed hitting the wall."

"I was from behind, her hands on the headboard."

"That's enough," Bryson said, getting hard while still jogging.

"I was imagining it was Stephie."

Bryson spun his head around, his cock swelled while he flashed back to masturbating to the thought of Hilary bouncing on his cock, breasts dangling above him to touch and suck.

"Keep imagining..."

"Those luscious arse cheeks pushing against my length," Cam had his eyes closed jogging for the moment. He opened them and then reminded Bryson. "You remember I have a little, should I say, 'length' on you."

"Whatever," Bryson waved his hand in his direction.

They finished in front of the cottage, panting from running and talking, the ladies on the deck in spring jackets, the temp pushing into the high 50s with the warming sun.

"If you're wife wasn't such a...., well, prude..."

"Shut your damn mouth Cam," Bryson said. "She'd turn you on in so many ways your dick would wear out."

"Promises, promises," smiling he jogged up to the girls.

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Back to the Future

"We've got a movie night planned, out here," Stephie said, unusually positive and happy. "We found some deck heaters in the storage shed, so we fixed them up and got going."

She turned and took her coat off, she was dressed in a shirt, with a knot in it, the guys then noticed their wives had 80s fuzzy big hair.

"Breakfast Club!" Hilary announced the movie. "We pulled out the big futon, the deck heaters and set the projection onto the side of the cottage."

"Totally gnarly Dude!" they said in unison, falling into each other laughing like frat sisters.

"She's stoned," Cam whispered into Bryson's ear about Stephie. "Hilary brought some gummies, I guess they partook without us."

"For fucks sake," Bryson said, worried he wouldn't get to fuck his wife tonight either if she passed out again.

Stephie walked over, running her hand over Cam's chest, then moving over to Bryson, cupping his arse.

"If I don't make it tonight, Dear, just have your way and be sure to cover it up afterwards," Bryson's high wife said into his ear.

'I guess I'll be getting off at least' he thought to himself.

"Go shower, we 'altered' a couple of old t-shirts for you," Hilary said, her shirt pulling back on her chest, straining the fabric, and her crop top showing off an amazing waistline, thin and muscular.

Bryson's eyes were fixated on his sister-in-law before peeling off for upstairs.

They quickly showered and found sleeveless t-shirts, jeans, very 80s touched off and aviator sunglasses on each of their beds

"Oh Boys!" Hilary exclaimed, as they walked onto the deck together, Cam sporting an "Ice Man" toothpick. "I could just gobble you both up."

Her cleavage was off the charts, a button had to have been released while they were upstairs, her hair teased till it was high above her head, she was chewing on gum like it was a meal.