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Way 2: My Husband's Younger Brother(1)
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2026-05-07 00:34:46Way 2: My Husband's Younger Brother
I married the safe brother. Everyone said it. Jake was stable, successful, and boring in bed. His younger brother, Liam, was the opposite—wild, reckless, and built like a goddamn temptation sent straight from hell. I told myself I was immune to him. I lied every single day for the past three years. It was supposed to be a normal weekend at the family lake house. Jake had invited Liam to join us for some fishing and brother bonding while I played the perfect wife. The first night Jake drank too much whiskey and passed out hard in the master bedroom upstairs by nine o'clock. I stayed downstairs in the living room with a glass of wine, trying to ignore the way Liam kept looking at me in my thin white sundress. The dress was a mistake. I knew it the moment I put it on. The fabric clung to my full breasts and barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. Just stupid, reckless heat between my legs that had been building since Liam arrived shirtless from the lake that afternoon, water dripping down his abs. "You gonna pretend you don't feel it too?" Liam asked suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. He was sprawled on the opposite couch, legs spread wide, gray sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. I swallowed hard, heat flooding my cheeks. "Feel what?" He chuckled low and dark, setting his beer down. "The way your nipples get hard every time I walk into the room. The way you squeeze your thighs together when I call you 'sis'. How wet your married pussy gets thinking about your husband's little brother." My breath caught. I should have stood up and walked away. Instead I stayed rooted on the couch, heart racing as he rose and crossed the room toward me. Liam was taller than Jake, broader, with that dangerous edge in his eyes that made my stomach flip. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form. His hand reached down and brushed a strand of hair from my face, then trailed down my neck, over my collarbone, until his fingers grazed the side of my breast through the thin dress. "Jake's asleep," he murmured, voice rough. "He's not waking up for hours. You and I both know you've been wondering how much better I fuck." My pussy throbbed painfully at his words. I could already feel myself getting wet, slickness coating my bare lips. "Liam... this is wrong. I'm your brother's wife." "Exactly." His fingers pinched my nipple through the fabric, making me gasp. "That's what makes it so fucking hot." He didn't ask permission. He simply pulled me up by the waist and crashed his mouth against mine. The kiss was nothing like Jake's polite pecks. Liam kissed like he wanted to own me—tongue invading, teeth nipping, devouring my moans as his hands roamed down to grip my ass under the dress. He groaned when his fingers found no panties. "Jesus Christ, Elena. You're soaked already." Two thick fingers slid between my legs from behind, stroking my dripping slit. I whimpered into his mouth as he pushed one finger inside me, then two, curling them perfectly while his thumb found my swollen clit. My knees buckled but he held me up, finger-fucking me slowly right there in the living room while his brother slept upstairs. "You feel how tight you are?" he growled against my lips. "This pussy knows it picked the wrong brother." I was shaking, grinding shamelessly against his hand, my juices running down his wrist. My mind screamed that we should stop, but my body had already surrendered. When Liam pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips, I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting my own forbidden arousal. He smiled like the devil himself. "Bedroom or right here on the couch?" he asked, already pushing the straps of my dress down my shoulders, exposing my heavy tits. "Because I'm not waiting another second to stretch this married cunt with my cock." My heart pounded as I heard faint creaking from upstairs. Jake shifting in his sleep. The danger only made me wetter. I opened my mouth to answer, but Liam's hand was already guiding me down to my knees in front of him, the massive bulge in his sweatpants inches from my face.
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