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
buisness 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 worshiped Ian and at once offered him a job and our spare
room. This was the first time I had met Ian and he seemed pleasent
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 presuading
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 pleasureable 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

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 drouwsiness 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 matterass and I couldn’t move him.
Even worse, the more I struggled, the more I became aware that he was

“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
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 rymthm. I tried again to throw him off and this time I
managed to get him half off me. I tried to sramble 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, ocasionally
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 pleasureable I was moaning and tugging at his hair to
encourage him and I was instinctively thrusting my hips aginst 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 Ians 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 antcipation 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 bagan 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 swilred 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 fron 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 materass. I was dimly aware that he was coming to,
pumping deep inside me.

He collasped 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