Chapter Three: Her Husband's Brother

“Well, I must say, Mindy, you look as beautiful today as the last time I saw you,” Brent said, his smile pushing up his darkly tanned cheeks, bringing a twinkle to his dark blue eyes. “I hope that brother of mine has been taking good care of you.”

Mindy set two cups of coffee on the table, making sure she sat across from Brent and not beside him. Her body still rippled with tremors from her shower. “Dennis takes great care of me, thanks. I’m quite satisfied.”

Brent leaned across the table, grinning. “Quite satisfied, huh?” He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at her. “Now, that can’t be my brother. Not from all the rumors I’ve heard in the past.” He winked at her, and Mindy felt herself squirm in her seat, the blush rising on her cheeks. “Good thing I’m finally here.”

“Brent, you can’t talk like that,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “It’s not right. Your brother satisfies me just fine.”

Brent grinned. “I’ve seen my brother naked. I know better.” He leaned back in his chair, one hand on his coffee cup. He shrugged.

“All I’m saying is that while I’m here, I wouldn’t mind making up for his shortcomings, that’s all. I’m quite good at that, you know. Making up for where Dennis falls short.”

Mindy pushed away from the table, moving over to the kitchen counter in some guise of needing to clean up. “You really should stop berating him in his own house. Your brother is a fine man, and I love him. I would never think of cheating on him, and I assure you, I am quite content with Dennis in the bedroom.”

She heard the chair scrape along the floor behind her, felt her nerves start to tremble knowing he approached her. Still, she didn’t turn around. Mindy was determined not to give into his manipulations, not to feed the power he assumed he possessed.

That is, until she felt his hand on her shoulder, spinning her to face him. “Now, now, my dear sister-in-law,” he whispered as he leaned in, taking a deep breath of her hair. “I know you want it. I can see how your body gets excited whenever I’m near. How you duck your gaze, almost as if afraid to look into my eyes. I told you way back when that I would have you, and I always get what I want.” She felt him press his lips to the side of her head, kissing her with a kiss that sent heat straight to her pussy, even though she fought against it. “I know you want it, as well.” He reached out, taking her hand, and brought it to his cock in his pants, making her grip it. “You want to feel this massive rod pounding into your cunt, making you beg for more.”

She felt ashamed that she didn’t move her hand, knew that she should have, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. His cock was so long, so thick, and it wasn’t even fully hard. Heat pooled between her legs, making them weaken at the thought of that hard shaft pounding into her. Biting her lower lip, she gave herself a mental shake and pulled away. She could not do this to Dennis. “You have to stop, Brent. This isn’t right, and you know it.”

He snatched his arm out, grabbed her, and pulled her closer, pressing her against his body so that she could feel his swollen cock pressing in on her stomach. “Whoever said I liked being right?” He leaned down, and before she knew what was happening, kissed her hard on the mouth, his lips warm, soft, and then she felt his tongue tasting her, twirling with her tongue as he rubbed against her.

Her mind swam with lust, conflicting urges in her mind as she tasted him back. Then she snapped to her senses, jerked back from Brent, slapping him hard on the cheek. Her hand stung from the blow, his head snapping to the side a moment, but when he turned back around he grinned at her. “It was worth it,” he said. Then he leaned in, his lips against her ear, his breath warm on her face as he said, “I will fuck you, Mindy. Mark my words.”

“Anyone home?” Dennis’s voice rang out as the front door slammed shut. “Where’s that punk brother of mine? Not drinking all my beer, I hope.”

Brent leaned back, his grin confident as he winked at Mindy. She couldn’t deny the heat that filled her pussy at his words, and she knew her panties were soaked, her breathing ragged gasps of passion ignored.

When Dennis walked in, Brent had already moved over to the other side of the kitchen, casually leaning back on the counter as he picked his coffee back up. “Well, here’s where everyone is at. How was your trip?” He walked over and gave his brother a giant hug. Brent returned the embrace, his gaze locked onto Mindy’s while he hugged his brother, his grin still in place as he winked at her again.

Mindy sucked in a deep breath, unable to look away from her brother-in-law, her pussy aching at the echo of his words. “Welcome home, honey,” she said, and even she could hear the slight tremor in her voice.

Dennis turned around, a curious expression on his face. “You okay, sweetie?” He walked over and gave her a hug, kissing her softly on her lips, a much weaker kiss than Brent had given her just a few short minutes ago.

“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “I just caught a chill, that’s all. How was your day?”

Dennis reached into the fridge for a beer as the men moved to the kitchen table, Dennis rambling on about his day and asking Brent all kinds of questions. Brent just stared at her as he listened to his brother, answering when necessary.

Mindy felt herself blush as she rubbed her legs together. It was going to be a long weekend.