Brotherly Love

Stephie (29), wife to Bryson (29), Miller have four kids and his brother Cam (26), married to big breasted wife Hilary (26), have two kids.

In'Brotherly Love'they went to the family cabin, shared each other's wives and both were wrestling with pregnancies and timelines afterwards. The ladies planned a get together to announce their good news, but first the ladies were to share a night.

Stephie admitted to Bryson and Hilary (at the same time) her college orientation and affinity for women inBrotherly Love - 02and now the 2nd half of her story dealing with a darker side of her 1st female lover is told to both.

The two sister in-laws are at the cabin the night before the big pregnancy reveal and Stephie's story hangs in the air unfinished as they make plans.

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(Stephie's POV)

"Come on! You have to finish the story!!" Hilary jumped up and down, her large breasts bouncing in the workout racerback styled shirt, her fists clenched like a little girl.

"I promised Bryson I'd tell you both, and I hinted to Cam I had a surprise to tell him."

"Oh God, I don't know if he has a girl-girl fetish."

"Would you like that? You and me?"

"I dunno." Hilary blushed.

I smiled, looking at her amazing breasts, then her face.

"I'm not saying...look at where our boys fetish fantasies have brought us," she added.

"Closer than ever..." I said, my crush on Hilary had never been spoken out loud and I'd never considered we'd get close enough until my husband was fucking her from behind. "Have you ever....?"

"Been with a woman? No." she interrupted, flatly. "A friend at college wanted to kiss me and I let her; it was once and it did nothing for me."

I was a bit disappointed and moved away from our fetish talk.

"Hey, I'm hungry." I said, the day getting away from us. We had things to put up and get ready. "We have a lot of work to do."

I made us a quick sandwich after putting the groceries away. We were kinda flirty, just giving looks, touches and giggles. Our list of things to do were being crossed off one at a time - prep the chicken for grilling, put it in the marinade, straighten up the cottage and make a few desserts.

I could really use a drink.

Being pregnant we had to go without and I watched her intently, listened to Hilary, her beautiful full figure unearthing old feelings. My eyes following her, gazing at her strong legs from behind while we climbed the stairs and arranged the picnic tables on the lawn.

We had worked for four hours hard, and the place was ready and the sun was dropping. We called and updated Bryson and Cam, saying hi to our kids and our parents who were all curious about this "big announcement".

Hilary had fixed us some tea despite not really being that hungry. She was standing on the deck that overlooked the lake; the sun was going down.

"It is really gorgeous out here," she said, and turned to me, her breasts silhouetted against the golden sun, her body shining like a Goddess. Had I been drinking I would have rushed her and pushed my mouth over hers.

"I have the best view. I wish you could see yourself right now." I said, my eyes telling hers. She lowered them and saw my face.

"Oh my...."

"Yeah, I've got to say I've never looked at you like this before, Hilary," Standing up, staying about five feet away. "Maybe we didn't need the permission alcohol gives to melt inhibitions away, it could just be natural."

"I don't know...."

I paused, looked down fearing it would stop, then she continued.

"...what to say."

That wasn't a refusal, the door was open, so I walked through it and toward her, moving just a couple of paces away, our eyes darting down, to each other's faces, to our bodies.

We were present, together, feeling something - not afraid.

I stepped next to Hilary, took both hands into mine as she looked to the floor of the deck.

"Hilary, may I kiss you?"

She looked up, scared, her fingers rubbing mine, thumbs pressing into each other.

"I...I don't know..."

Her head was down. I tilted and moved my face to hers demanding eye contact.

There were no words.

Our eyes locked, I opened my mouth, pushing my tongue out to her lips which opened, and let our tongues gently press. I held her hands while my lips contained her upper lip, her mouth opened and our tongues met again. There was a pulse to our slow exploration, meshing them together, opening, together, each time our tongues would meet, mostly in her mouth.

"Ohhh...Stephie," she moaned separating, our hands sliding around each other's waists, pulling.

We paused, looking at each other. My hands ran up and over the sides of her breasts to her face, pulling her in for a deep hard kiss, before wrapping around her neck, our eyes giving each other permission for this.

"Let me make love to you, Sister," I said, my mouth going to her neck.

"Yes.. yes..." she moaned, my lips taking the lobe of her ear, my body feeling the mass of her breasts pushing into me, she had reached down to feel my arse, the object of her husband's desire.

I broke our embrace as the air was getting cooler and took her hand. Leading her down the stairs to the patio below, we entered through the sliders to the finished basement through the walkout. We'd prepped the room, which had a pull-out couch.

"I want to see you with the sun behind you again, this time...naked," I whispered into her ear, kissing her neck once more before turning to pull out the bed below the cushions.

Hilary stood frozen, watching me prep our bed, where I'd planned for us to discover each other, where our souls would meet and become one. I pushed it to the floor, turned and motioned Hilary to shed her top. She slowly removed the shirt, exposing her large breasts pushing into the sports bra from underneath.

"Oh my, you're amazing," I said moving towards her. We met, my hands on her face, my mouth pushing into hers.

My hands went to the bra; my fingers slipped under then whisked it up over her head, discarding it to the floor. The flesh spilled out in front of me, my eyes on the heavy mounds.

"Ohhh..." she sighed when my face went between them; feeling their mass press into each of the cheeks on my face.

My tongue dabbed at her skin, my lips kissed a trail to the right one, I held it with both hands like an injured bird and kissed the nipple. She was looking down at my face. I was smiling when I looked up, tongue circling the areola before closing over the nub with my lips.

"Stephhhhiieee..." she moaned, while I immediately ran my hand over her crotch, pushing into where her pussy was swelling, wanting my contact while my mouth covered the other nipple, pulling in sucking at her skin.

"I...I...don't knohhhhhh"

I pulled my hand back and looked up moving to her face.

"I can stop."

"I...it's lovely...I...I'm not sure."

"It's okay," I said, petting her cheek and laying down beside her half-naked body, the sun slowly setting, my desire to have us join the moment it sucked under was rushed, and Hilary was nervous.

"Tell me..."

"I've never, and now...I dunno...is this who we are?"

I paused, thinking of the past month, the possibility we were pregnant with each other's husband's babies, swapping spouses, my history exposed and stirring a deep desire within my body and soul.

"For me the question is 'Was I authentically 100% myself before the other weekend'?"

"Marriage is about compromise and that means sacrifice." Hilary said grabbing her sports bra covering up her beautiful breasts, putting it back on then slipping under the sheets.

"What have you sacrificed Hilary, to be married to Cam?"

"It's silly, nothing like you and giving up an entire sexual identity."

"Tell me," I said snuggling into her side under the cloth, my hand on hers.

She looked at me, tense for a moment then relaxing.

"You were a cheerleader and I was in dance, remember?"

"Yes, quite the hottie during half-times when we'd come back and watch Cam play."

"Did you know I had a dance scholarship and wanted to own a dance studio someday?"

"That's amazing, and 'no' I did not know that." I pushed into her body with mine. "Do you dance much anymore?"

"Sometimes, alone when the kids are asleep and Cam's on the road...naked."

"Oh fuck, that's hot!"

"Yeah..."

"Can I kiss you."

"Please."

"Here," I said sitting up, taking her hand and we sat on the bed beside each other. "I want to dance with you after this kiss."

"I'd like that..."

I leant in as her face dropped to meet mine, our eyes closed. I felt for her upper lip and surrounded it with my two, gently sliding them open to move my tongue inside. Our wet tongues met, just pushed against each other, my mouth moving down to cover hers only for a moment. I felt the rush of air, of a gasp, her mouth not closing or moving, our tongues retreated and moved forward again, this time she covered my mouth, interlacing our tongues, twirling, our heads switching sides.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, opening her eyes, now filled with desire.

"Dance with me," I said, holding my hand out and stepping off the bed, her mouth moving like we were kissing for a moment.

"Yes..."

Slowly, hand in hand, we moved to the middle of the room, where I gestured to say where she should stand while I turned on the old-time tuner, and CD player. I had been listening to some old "Boys to Men" and "Bobby Brown"; favorites of mine in High School.

She smiled and started swaying her hands to "Every Little Step", her breasts moving even while restrained. I took off my sweatshirt and sweats and was in a t-shirt, regular bra and shorts (I rarely wore panties if I had this combo).

I wasn't a bad dancer; having been a cheerleader it goes hand in hand, and swayed with her, mimicking the moves she had with her hands. The song got into the chorus and she took it up a notch, to a different level, early twerking and hip-hop moves exploded before me. I didn't try to keep up; I just moved closer and did my thing around her.

She was good, really good.

The song continued, I watched and danced, taking my t-shirt off and was just in my bra with her in her sports bra. She was alone in her moves and I felt maybe she was trying to impress me.  She tapered down as the song moved to the ending, a fade and she opened her eyes, brow sweaty, and she saw me half-naked now.

It changed to "Rock Wit'cha"; a slow song wanting to "Rock wit'cha all night long."

I moved in and took the lead, swaying together, just looking into her face, trying to read her mind.  The apprehension was almost gone, we exchanged light pecks lip to lip, my hands around her, my head -- my body being short - was just above her bosom, laying on it and moving with her.

"Let's be who we are right here and now, shed our definitions, our roles," I was looking up, pressing into her breasts, desire in my eyes and flickering in hers.

"Regardless of what the world we've been brought up in says, this is natural."

"Yesss...." she said and pushed her cheek against the top of my head, I pushed upwards and our lips met again, slowly parting, tongues just dabbing forward.

Our bodies took in the slow dance, enjoying the embrace, the movement, together, just existing. It was romantic, and I was getting wet with anticipation, wondering where her thoughts were, wanting us to be one together this evening.

It ended and I separated from her and looked at her seriously.

"How about that naked dance then?" I asked.

"Certainly."

I slipped over to the CD player and put on "My Prerogative" which starts with squealing car tires.

It ignited Hilary.

She ripped off her sports bra as the tires began and then when the bass hit, she leapt in the air and landed to the beat, her breasts shaking from the impact, her head shaking and her eyes intense looking up at me, her arms and hands celebrating the rhythm.

"It's my prerogative...I can do what I wanna do..." Bobby Brown crooned, my hips were swaying and my bra left my body and my smallish breasts waved to the beat.

We did some hot steps, moving out of our shorts, Hilary's panties riding up while she moved, and her eyes popped out when she saw I had nothing under my shorts.

"They say I'm nasty, but I don't give a damn..." we sang together, making faces, moving faster.

I couldn't take it anymore, her body movements, the flesh that was showing, tantalizing my senses and the tribal beat of a throwback tune we both loved.

I stopped dancing and walked slowly to her, she didn't skip a move, not slowly down, twirling and twerking in front of me casting a spell.

The song trailed off...

"It's my, it's my, my, my,

It's my prerogative, can't you see, baby doll? Ha

Why you wanna talk about me?

(Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me) tell me, tell me why"

She slowed as it got slower, my eyes seeing every bounce her breasts and arse made, all for me, she had me in her powers.

"Mmfft!" her mouth moaned into mine, the moment she stopped I covered it wholly, pushing into her, my hands on her shoulders. I looked behind her at the couch and pushed hard, her eyes wide then landing softly, legs open.

"Lay back. I'm tasting you right now," I commanded and dove between her legs, my hands on her knees spreading her further.

I looked up for resistance, her eyes soft and anticipating, I moved forward.

"OHhhhh..." she moaned, my tongue parting her wet interior, finally tasting her, breathing a woman's scent for the first time in over a decade.

Just inside her I opened my mouth pushing her edges, spreading, my tongue deep, my lips inside her pussy, closing and scraping her flesh, filling with some pubic hair, her bushiness adorable.

"Steppfffiiiieee....ohhh..." her back arched, pushing into my face and mouth.

Hilary was mine, our souls dancing free like our bodies had minutes ago.  There was a oneness shared, our bodies had been given to each other's spouses, just friendship before going that far. I felt closer to her in that moment than with Crystal, my first lesbian love.

Mounds of breast flesh covered her face, the bend in her body pushing to get as much of me hid the ecstasy expressed letting me love her.

"Jesussss....oh...OH!"

My tongue found a spot, I moved my hand from the back of her thigh to her flesh, inserting a finger to rub the spot my tongue found, moving my mouth up to her clit to intensify her rising wave.

"OHH! STEPHIE!"

I moved in and out with two fingers, sliding over the ruched, folded flesh, my lips sucking her clit, to the rhythm of my hand, my tongue lapping in between, flicking at the sensitive flap of skin.

"OHH! MMmmm! MMMm! OH!!"

She was close, her back settling, her hands in my hair. Between the beautiful mounds of breast, I could see her face contorted, I was loving her with my best and I was her first.

"STEPHIE! YESSS! YESSS!"

Her body covered my face with her sweet release, an effervescent flow so beautifully pungent with flavour and aroma, filling my senses, fulfilling my desire to reconnect with another woman's being.

"OHHHH! Ohhh! Ooooh...Mmmmmm..."

I looked up, her face soft now and her eyes opened slowly.

I left her pussy and climbed up, over her mounds to her face, eager to share her, to give Hilary the taste of herself from another woman's mouth.

"Mmmfftt!" she moaned, my tongue deep, my lips smearing the reward into Hilary's mouth.

"Ohhh."

My hands found her breasts, my body suspending my face over hers, pressing my mouth into her face, finding her nipples and rolling them between thumb and first finger.

We gyrated and pushed in her post-orgasmic bliss, slowly, eyes open, lovingly.

I slowed and sat back just behind her beautiful chest. I rose and just stared down at my conquest with loving eyes. I began to recite a poem from years ago...

"I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,

The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your unappeased breasts.

In your white voluptuousness my desire rests,

Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips."

It was from "The Muse of the Violets: Poems by Renée Vivien" a collection that Crystal used to whisper to me afterward. She had even read to me during aftercare once concluding with a rough session of spanking.

"Oh God..." she said sitting up, her eyes welling with tears. "This is so beautiful, you are so....."

We embraced, the emotion of what we just did, where we were at in our lives, the secret we shared came pouring out in soft sobs and kisses to my neck.

"We are one, Hilary. I feel your presence within me."

I held her, the one lamp I had turned on our only illumination, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch, covering us both.

We nodded off, she was safely in my arms.

I dreamt peaceful scenes of family; surprising considering our circumstances. I woke, Hilary breathing deep into my chest as I had slid beside her, her head under my chin, her breasts pushing into my stomach.

I began to run my finger along her neck under her ear, the softness of her skin amazing, the small hairs there, she opened her eyes and stayed there, a smile began.

Into my shoulder she said, looking at me.

"Did we just do that...sober?"

"Yes, Love." I said.

"Mmmm...it wasn't a beautiful dream then..."

I leant in, pushing down and kissed her, our faces now aligned.

"I want to please you," Hilary said with a concerned look, like she had taken something and needed to return it to me. "I'm not really sure how..."

"We have all night," I said kissing her lips. "I will show you, it will be organically beautiful."

Smiling she got up and reached her hand out to me, helping me from the couch. There was a peaceful silence while dressing, putting our clothes back on, watching each other while covering up, smiling, handing each other pieces that had been tossed around the room.

I could feel my second meaningful relationship with a woman being born. I took her hand and we held them walking upstairs, we hadn't eaten and both went into the kitchen.

The buzz of our phones couldn't interfere with our moment, each checking the texts from family set to arrive, giving pleasantries before setting them down. She fixed us tea while I fixed a couple of Greek sandwiches, having prepared the meat the night before.

Our eyes talked, we didn't. I watched her, studied her face and when I saw it change to a thought outside of the beauty we were residing inside, I made the first noise predicting where the negative vibe came from.

"Are you concerned about telling Cam?"

Her face softened again, smiling.

"You're amazing...I don't deserve..."

"We're one now."

"But I haven't loved you yet."

"Oh, but your allowing me to please you was beautiful; the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced."

Hilary blushed.

"Do you realize tomorrow, when everyone hears about the two miracles we're going to bring to this earth. WE, not them, We will be in control."

"Control?"

"What I'm going to tell you right now, you need to open your mind like you just did allowing me to love you, understand?"

"I'm scared...what does that mean?"

"Hilary, do you trust me?"

"Yes!"

"We're together now and that's the most important thing. Not our responsibilities to our parents, not even to our spouses. Do you feel that?"

"I feel it, but..."

"There's no 'but! It's fact and if you hold on to that, through what I'm going to tell you and through tomorrow, we will all be better on the other side of our announcement."

Holding her when we had been downstairs, I'd concluded something that was so radical, it was obvious.

"I trust you," she said, walking to me and holding my hand. "Now tell me, I'm listening."

"Our first circle is you, me, our kids and the two miracles in our bodies." I said, squeezing her hand, standing with her. "Our spouses will have a choice to make, to stand with us or with our families after...."