Brotherly Love

InBrotherly Love, Cam, 26 and Bryson, 29 shared their fetishes about each other's wives and then revisiting their childhood lake house, shared each other their wives (the objects of their fetishes). Hilary, 25 has amazing breasts and an unseen fit body that Bryson coveted, and Stephie has a music video tramps rear end, very suitable for Cam's larger cock.

A day of flirting led to an '80s night' themed outdoor movie night powered by gummies and alcohol, with the sexy thriller "Body Heat" projected on the side of the cottage, Bryson played with Hilary's large breasts while fucking her and Cam rammed his 9" cock through the full cheeks of Stephie into her cunt. Both finished deep in their brother's wife, Stephie and Bryson having no relations during the weekend.

Stephie was feeling queasy a few mornings and decided to take a pregnancy test. It turned out positive and her sister-in-law, Hilary had the same experience.

(This is told from Stephie's POV)

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"Have you told Cam yet?" I asked Hilary, who shared she was experiencing the same thing and tested getting a positive pregnancy result.

"I'm going to surprise him," Hilary said confidently to my surprise, she was not concerned about the swap a month or so ago.

"Can we have lunch soon?" I asked again.

"That's rather cryptic...you don't think..." Hilary started down that path.

"Why not? We were sloppy with the exchange."

"You weren't on birth control?" Hilary said angrily.

"I was, it's just the timing." I spit out the lie convincingly, covering up. "Wouldn't that be the shits."

"The shits! That would be the end, of everything. I could do lunch tomorrow if you're available."

"Noon at Murphy's?"

"It's a date."

I hung up and stared at the ceiling. What my sister-in-law didn't know was I was off the pill we hadn't had sex a week prior to the trip, I passed out once and faked it another time in our ploy for the swap. We were also fighting and didn't have sex the following week, not that we were regular like that, averaging twice a month.

I was going to surprise Bryson, who wanted a fifth baby, while I insisted on waiting.

In my heart of hearts, I knew the baby was Cam's, not my husband Bryson's.

Lunch at Murphy's

It was warm enough to sit on the patio. I had arrived early and was nervous just wanting to start the conversation and laying the groundwork setting up a life-saving charade.

The life I was saving was my life with Byrson, life with leading the church, president of the PTA, a shining beacon of middle American values. The truth would label me and my family forever, you know, "that family" who's youngest was born from a lurid swap of wives one spring night.

Bryson's father was a pastor; we were members of every conservative group on the planet. I had tailored the perfect ending and planned a fifth child. It was going to be our baby regardless of who procreated the seed.  I had already read enough to know I could put it off for years, unless something demanded a transplant, a lot of blood, etc.

"Hey Sweetheart!" Hilary said, she had an actual top on, one highlighting her build, propping up her breasts, showing some cleavage and her skinny waist for a change.

Before the lake weekend she was always in frumpy clothes.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." The two hugged and Hilary smiled wide, checking my muted excitement.

"Oh Hun, I know you weren't looking or a fifth...."

"Truth is, Hilary, I had just decided to start trying with Bryson after refuting his desires for one actually...Let's get something to eat and we'll talk more."

We gave each other updates on our children. Stephie's youngest lined up with my two children. They finished talking concerts and sports shuttling, daycare talk.

"Each of us having one this year, we'll have three lined up perfectly." I said, playing normal came so easily. "Christmas babies I think."

"So why the lunch? Besides wanting to see me," Hilary said bouncing in her chair, renewed confidence from their weekend, showing off her breasts and body. "Too bad baby gonna wreck me again."

"My point, kinda." I motioned for another lemonade, our appetizers hitting a little spicy. "One last party, before our bodies get destroyed, announcing our pregnancies."

I had to be excited on the outside, even though I was fearful on the inside. My OBGYN and I are very close and there will be no reason for any type of paternity test, and blood types for the baby could be anything. Cam and Bryson look very similar so barring any disease or genetic issues, I could go to the grave with the secret if the baby is Cam's.

"That sounds like a grand idea," Hilary said, her clapping making her breasts bounce. One of the female servers with a rather goth-like arm sleeve watched them almost drooling. "It's gotta be this weekend, before I start showing more."

"Agreed." I said, smoke screen #1 launched.

"How's your sex life been since the lake house?"

"That brought it back to life," I said, somewhat telling the truth. "We have been averaging twice a week when we were down to twice a month before that."

"We're still..."

"Fucking like rabbits, I know."

I would call Hilary and ask her how the last time went, Cam's cock fit so well inside me and he dominated like, well the opposite of Bryson. I'd curl up and rub my clit, insert a toy, listening to Hilary's play by play then finish with visions of our coupling dancing in my head.

"Bryson made me climax, remember..." she said when I lamented my husband's penis size more as a joke.

"He reminds me every time I come up short."

"It's crazy; Cam has a thing for your arse and Bryson has a thing for my boobs."

"Every man has a thing for your boobs. Hell, I like looking at them and it was hot watching you get them mauled by Bryson, the jiggle their enormity - back and forth."

I gestured with my hands like they were her large orbs.

"My girl, are you flirting with me? And did you enjoy watching me get it from behind??!!"

I did blush, can't say I didn't appreciate her build, the tiny waist and perfect hips. I didn't have that much on her backside wise, but apparently enough for Cam to take interest.

"Ha! Don't you wish." I said, ducking the question and finishing. "Let's do the lake house and invite the extended families.

"Back to the scene of the crime."

"Hell ya! Round two!" Then took a drink of water.

"Hey everyone, we're pregnant, now we can fuck each other's husbands all we want!"

I did a spit take, not thinking that far ahead.

"I thought that was a non-alcoholic drink, Hilary." I said while we both were laughing.

"Let's not get carried away."

We finished our appetizers, talked a little golf and how difficult it is to golf while being pregnant. We hugged and I headed out.

Driving home, I thought about the two weeks right after that weekend and the text messages and calls I received from Hilary, and the short conversations with Bryson, who didn't want to address it at all, and one email.

REWIND - First weekend after the lake swap:

"I'm just disappointed in myself, in us, with them," Bryson said, head down, seriously upset at our behaviour, having fallen back into the upstanding community member role that both of us had cherished for so long.

"I'm not." I said flatly, looking at him. I had kissed him hoping to lure him into bed, he hadn't touched me.

The entire week was an exercise in "civic duty" and "penance to God", Bryson staying at work late, and me herding the kids from school to activities and back.

"We're human. They're family and, fun fact here, they're gorgeous!" I announced. "I'm ready for a boob job if you're going to attack me like that every night."

He looked up slowly.

"That would be a nice conversation piece at church council, now wouldn't it?" he said. "My Father would flip out."

"Oh? Last time I checked you weren't fucking your Father?"

Truth was, I had pictured that exact scenario that past week at church council when Beatrice Carter bemoaned the new girl that Stephen Riley had on his arm. The 75-year-old Widower had a 40-something with him at church, and they were quite handsy.

I wanted to say, "he must be swinging a big bat" but backed away.

I gave up on the conversation and we went through the weekend without sex, so much for my surprise getting pregnant for him, though the Lake Weekend hovered in my head.

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'He hasn't fucked you yet?' Hilary's text read.

(Stephie) 'No! The little prick, and I don't mean that literally, is still brooding'

(Hilary) 'He's a baseball guy, right?'

(Stephie) Yeah, WTF? Why?

(Hilary) 'Two players simply swapped families...lol'

(Stephie) 'Deal! You get my five kids, I get your two!

(Hilary) ''You can move in and take some of the pressure off me here'

(Stephie) 'Cam's been on at you that much? ;)

(Hilary) 'My God. He can't be satisfied...every time from behind.'

(Stephie) I think I had an effect

(Hilary) LOL...gotta go!

He did finally warm up to me mid-week. We had our usual missionary night, just before bed, him rubbing my breasts, arse and then my clit, slipping inside, pumping me for about five minutes before he came. I faked it, was tired, and had a meeting early in the morning.

Back to Present Time - Party Prep

Since we set this up quickly, we were pleasantly surprised that both sets of grandparents were available. I drove to her place to finalize the preparations, and I wanted to see Cam for the first time since we joined. Bryson was busy at church and gave me a sneer when I asked about Cam.

"I'll give my regards to Hilary for you," I said teasing him, but he just looked straight ahead. We had gone back to averaging once a week, better than before. He actually coaxed an orgasm just fingering me one night, so I had something to share with Hilary.

I was disappointed to see Cam's car gone, and walked in the backdoor without knocking, and I was greeted with a bikini clad Hilary taking a selfie in the light of the sliders. She didn't flinch, angling, ruffling her hands through her hair, and doing that duck lipped thing snapping a photo.

"Who's that for?" I said, the 90s music playing in the background, more of the R&B/Hip Hop genre.

"I'll send it to Cam," she said, then turned around and did one from the backside showing off her arse. "I want a record of what I look like before the baby comes."

"You'll get back to it," I encouraged her, looking at the stout muscle pushing against her skin from underneath, she still moving beautifully to the beat. "I can take some on the deck for you, it's a beautiful day."

She smiled, and slid the door open, and jumped outside. It was 70 degrees, dancing to some Jay-Z like she had been drinking, her leg up on the rail, looking over at me.  I walked out smiling, her eyes off in some distant nightclub from her single days.

"Hand me the phone and keep doing what you're doing," I said, watching and snapping shot after shot, She ended walking towards me, stopping, turning so I could rattle off some arse shots, and sitting down on the rail. "Very nice."

I handed her the phone. She looked at me and smiled.

"You need some before shots," Hilary said, bouncing up taking my hand. "I have some pre-kids swimwear that will certainly fit you."

"Oh...no..no, no."

"No protesting Stephie, come on now," her pull was forceful and pretty soon I was following more than resisting.

"Okay, okay...let go."

We went up the stairs and she led me into the guest room where there were boxes marked "Goodwill".

"I boxed these up like five years ago...can't get Cam to take them away." She said moving one or two then exclaiming, "Here!"

The box was marked 'clothes' and 'underwear/swimwear'.  She opened it and started tossing panties, bras and other items around, making a pile of swimsuits when encountering some. After about halfway through, and finding a few matching pairs, she stopped and handed me my options.

"Unless you want to go in the bra and panties you have on right now?"

"Depending on how these fit, that may be my best option." I said, looking at her to leave, but she just stood there.

"Fine..." I slipped off my sweats and tank and bra and tried on a purple suit with a floral print, the bottoms just right, but the top too big.  "None of these tops will work, I bet."

"I gained a lot of girth after the second one, they can be a little loose and we'll cinch it up," she said, looking at my breasts now that I just slipped it off, facing her."

The second, a red one, the bottoms were tight, but the top was perfect.  I slipped off that one, just about giving up, but an all-white bikini was just right in the bottoms and just a little big up top.

"That will work. Come on," she said, pulling at my hand, we thundered down the stairs. "We have to finish this before Cam gets home. He'll not be able to stay off of us if he catches us like this."

"Us?"

Hilary just grinned, ran to the portable speaker and turned the music up.

"I know you love this song." Hilary found and cranked up 'Yo Diggity'.

"You know me too well, Sista! I said, and began to swap to the funky beat, my hips moving, Hilary taking her phone and snapping pictures. I turned my arse to her and I was propelled back to college, first weekend with new cheerleaders, the upperclassman breaking in the freshmen.

"You go!"

I didn't stop, I added sensual arms, turning my head, eyes closed, dancing like I hadn't met Bryson yet, turning everyone (and I mean everyone) in the club on.

"YES!! WOW!"

I danced, making love to the phone camera, doing pretend stripteases and never losing the beat, ending right up close to Hilary, my chest heaving. She put her arm around me and turned us cheek to cheek.

"Selfie for posterity before the babies!"

We smiled like two college sluts, she held up the camera and took the picture, dropping her hand to my hip, facing me. Her breathing was elevated, the large breasts pressed into me on each intake, transporting me to another time.

I saw my gymnastics coach; we were on a deck, though it was night then, and she went in for a kiss. I couldn't tell if it was her image or Hilary's, but in present time I pulled back.

"Oh...well..." I said, shaking my head, leaving Hilary's embrace, she stood there, taking a couple of steps to me.

"That was amazing," she said, and slumped into a lounge chair, opening her camera, looking over at me and then back to the camera. "There are some great shots here."

She said that and let it sit, her breathing still elevated. She didn't cover her fabulous body still in my eyesight.  I sat beside Hilary in the other chair and we alternated looking over at each other then back out into the countryside.

"Did I ever mention my life before Bryson?" I asked Hilary cautiously, my breath elevated from dancing and from the fact I was going to tell someone in the family about my life before dating a Miller.

"I don't think so." She looked over, this time holding my face as I stared over, looking for signs of disinterest, or possibly finding a way to change the subject I thirsted to share with Hilary.

"The music, the dancing, the embrace," I started. "You literally transported me to a place I had killed and buried the minute the engagement ring hit my finger."

"Oh?"

I pictured the church group sitting there with us on the deck; Pastor Miller; Bryson and the rest of the family.

"I shouldn't really..."

There was a long pause before Hilary spoke.

"But you are, aren't you."

"Yes..."

Just then the sound of tires coming up the gravel driveway stopped our hearts, the anticipation of delivering and hearing my story in both of us was shattered, and we went scrambling upstairs to get dressed.

We were laughing and tugging at each other's arms, both sensing what I was going to say was going to draw us closer in unimaginable ways. I became wet between my legs just thinking about revealing what I was going to reveal to Hilary, both of us getting naked.

I sneaked more than peeks at her breasts. She had harnessed them in her bra and her trimmed bush below her panties. She watched me intently as well, until we heard the garage door and Cam calling out.

"Girls!? You in there?"

"Upstairs!" Stephie said, and we rambled down the steps.

She kissed him firmly and squeezed his arse.

He looked surprised, saw me and came over and gave me a big hug.

"It's been too long," he said, kissing my neck quickly and letting me go.

"Indeed..." I said.

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"Oh my God!" I said picking up the cellphone call from Hilary as I drove home. "That was exhilarating."

"What part?"

"All of it! ALL of it!" I said, not wanting to address anything specifically.

"I agree, I appreciate your posing with me."

I paused, we'd met an impasse between formality and addressing what I almost let out of the bag.

"Do you want to meet somewhere alone for lunch tomorrow?" Hilary asked, polite not to bring up the scandalous subject matter of the moment, or of my past.

"Very much," I heard myself say. I admitted to myself for the first time in over a decade.

"Ty Roma's?"

"Italian? Yes. Perfect."

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I went home, saw Bryson working out in the yard getting ready for the growing season, for our garden. I was so appreciative to have him, regardless of the last six weeks, and it's why the baby in me was his, no matter what.

"Hey!" I waved at him. I stood there watching him as he waved back quickly; my gaze stayed on the father of my four children. The man who pulled me from the abyss.

He looked back up and saw me, my mouth soft, my eyes fierce, he sensed my desire for him from 50 feet away. He dropped his tools and walked my way, smiled, an authentic smile for the first time in a long, long time.

"Hi..." He said, and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, my leg wrapped around his waist, drawing myself to him, my hands now on his face, lips on lips. We separated, and he held me, my weight pushing against him, looking up into those gorgeous eyes.

"You busy?"

That's his cue phrase meaning let's go upstairs.

"Not at the moment, no."

He picked me up; the kids were at the parents, and I just rode in his arms, safe and sound, protecting me from myself, from the world. He made it upstairs and went to set me on the bed, but I slid to the floor, knelt at his waist and started undoing his pants.

"Baby, I want..."

"Shhhhh....I want this..."

I pulled down his jeans, reached down and took off my sweatshirt and bra, and attacked his cock with my lips.

"Shhittt!" he moaned.

I loved that I could work his cock back.

"Gmmfftt!"

My hands worked up to his hips and I focused on swallowing his meat, raw, wild; I gave up my throat.

"Gmmfft! Gmmfft!"

He pumped me twice...

"Ohhh...Stephie..."

My eyes were looking up, hands pulling at him, breasts and nipples in view as his gaze was down at his cock's host. His hands tightened and he began to treat me as I wanted.

"Gmmfft! Gmmfft! Gmmfft! Gmmfft! Gmmfft! Gmmfft!"

"Ohhh...Baby..."

My mouth was a cunt, his cock driving down into my throat. There was an angst I guessed was from my taking his brother's cock.

"Gmmfft! Gmmfft! Gmmfft! Gmmfft!"

"Baby..it's...baby...I'm...Oh...Cumminggg!"

I felt the cum start as he plunged deep into my throat.

"Gahhh!"

He pulled out and spurted a shot into my face, my mouth open, getting the drip off my nose, licking the rest from my lip, smiling at my husband, serving him.

"Ohhh...fuck...thanks...oh..."

"We're not done," I said, standing and pulling down my sweats and panties and sat on the bed. "Your turn...make me cum with your mouth."