Brother's Household Ch. 01

"Me too, actually," I agreed.

So we let the movie play. I couldn't help but steal glances at Soph out of the corner of my eye. The sex scenes seemed to be having an effect on her as well. Her cheeks looked flushed, a nice rouge spread across them. She seemed to be shooting around a fair bit and, when I glanced down I saw that her nipples were clearly hard under that long t-shirt.

This is your brother's wife. This is your brother's wife. I repeated that phrase to myself over and over again. Trying, yet failing, to push dirty thoughts out of my mind. I wanted to lean over and grab Soph's face, pulling her lips to mine and kiss her.

The movie seemed to be ramping up towards some kind of ending. The two main characters, a man and a woman, who had been trying to meet up had finally done so, presumably to kill the evil witches who caused the zombies. Predictably they decided to take a break to fuck.

The actress was incredibly hot and my cock lurched as her clothing was pulled off. This was the most graphic of all the sex scenes so far and my eyes were locked on the screen as I reached into the popcorn bowl between Soph and I.

Suddenly I felt her fingers touch the back of my hand. Soph must have reached into the bowl right after me. When her fingertips brushed the back of my hand it felt like an electric shock sparked between us, the jolt travelling up my arm into my chest.

I looked over at her and her eyes were on the screen. She was chewing on her lower lip. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, her nipples straining against the fabric of the shirt.

I did not jerk my hand away. I held my breath. Soph left her hand where it was, fingers resting lightly on the back of my hand. Then she began to move them, stroking along my skin.

It seemed unconscious. She made no indication that she realised what she was doing. The hairs on my arm began to stand up, the light touch giving me goosebumps.

I realised that she was stroking her fingers in time to the thrusts of the simulated sex on the screen. I licked my lips and held still, my cock throbbing in my pants with need.

Then the scene changed, the final fight about to happen. Soph shook her head and pulled her hand back quickly.

"Shit, sorry," she said to me.

"It's fine," I said.

We left it at that and finished the movie. When the credits began to roll Soph stood up quickly, giving me a glance at her smooth legs as her t-shirt rode up a bit.

"Well, good night." She said, "I'm off to bed."

"Good night."

As she stood I could have sworn she looked directly at my crotch and the bulge there. I had tried to cover it up, but was not quite successful.

When she was gone I turned off the TV and went to my bed, yanking my cock out and stroking it almost before my back hit my blankets.

I wondered if she was doing the same thing. Getting herself off thinking about me. I came, spraying cum up my stomach and chest, imagining her upstairs with her fingers stroking her pussy.

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In the light of the next morning I laughed at myself. I knew that I had let my imagination run away with me the night before. I had been single for a few months at that point and had not tried dating anyone else. The lack of sex was clouding my judgement. Of course she wasn't interested in me, her brother in law. I just needed to hook up with someone.

I downloaded a dating app and set it up. Since I had been in such a long relationship I had never bothered with one before. Soon I was swiping and scrolling, hoping to make a connection with someone.

I stepped out of my room in my pyjama pants and no shirt once more. This time Soph wasn't there doing yoga, but I could see her mat hanging to dry on a wall. She must have come down early.

I had a quick shower, threw on some loose shorts and a tank top and headed upstairs. There was a note on the counter.

going to be gone all day. There is a smoothie in the fridge if you want it. Soph.

I grabbed the smoothie and drank it, then poured a cup of coffee that she had also made. I sat at the island and sipped the cup and scrolled through the news on my phone.

It occurred to me that this was my last day off before I started work tomorrow. I had to head into the office to take care of the HR stuff. I pulled up my map app and figured out the quickest route.

I didn't notice Olvia come into the kitchen until she spoke.

"Good morning, Uncle Dan," she said as she walked around the island on the other side of it. Again, the way she stressed 'uncle Dan' was sneering and rude.

I sighed and looked up at her then blinked. What she was wearing made me gulp. Or rather, what she wasn't wearing.

Olivia had chosen to come downstairs wearing only a bra and panties. Her back was to me, so I could see the black straps of her bra, crossing her back to clasp in the centre, thin straps over her shoulders.

The panties ran over her wide hips and covered her ass but, to my amazement, were made of a sheet black material. I could see the crack of her ass, more so when she went up on her tiptoes and reached into the cupboard above her to grab a cup.

She poured her coffee, her back still to me and then turned to face me, sipping, looking at me with mischievous eyes over the rim.

Of course I couldn't help but look. My eyes panned down her body from her pretty face to her breasts. There was something about young, full, natural tits. The way that they hung, heavy yet not saggy. Her bra was made of the same sheer black material as the panties. I could see her nipples through the fabric, bars with small balls on the end of them pierced through them. My cock was already fully hard by this point.

My eyes continued down. Over her soft, but flat stomach to the front of her panties. I could see that she was perfectly shaved, and the slit of her puffy pussy lips.

Olivia leaned back against the counter smirking at me when my eyes returned to hers.

"Jesus Christ, Olivia," I said, my voice almost a growl. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What?" She said, voice innocent. "What do you mean, uncle?"

"What the hell are you wearing?"

She looked down at herself in mock surprise. As if she had just realised how she was dressed.

"This," she asked. "But last night you said you didn't care what I wore. Why the sudden change?"

I shook my head, angry now. I did not like the way my niece was teasing me. I took a deep breath.

"I think you know that this isn't what I meant," I said.

"But what's wrong with it, uncle?" She said, putting on an exaggerated pout. "We are family. What does it matter what we wear?"

I put my coffee cup down and picked up my phone.

"I'm going to go work out," I announced and stood. There was nothing I could do about the tent in my shorts. I spun away from my niece as quickly as I could, but saw her look at my arousal. I heard her chuckling behind me as I fled downstairs.

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The small gym in the basement was fully equipped. Looking at Eddie the other day it was clear that he didn't use it much but, like most rich people, he liked to get the best of everything.

I had changed into workout shorts but left my shirt off. I preferred to work out like that. I considered the weight machine but chose to work with the dumbbells instead.

While I had broad shoulders and was in good shape, I was never looking to bulk up with showy muscles. I liked being strong and lean. With my job making me sit in a chair for 8-10 hours a day I did my best to offset that.

As I worked I thought about Olivia. What the hell was she playing at? What could she want with teasing me like this. Was she acting out against her dad? Possibly. Soph? Most definitely. Still. It pissed me off that she was using me for this.

I was focused on my workout so didn't hear Olivia come downstairs until I heard the TV turn on.

I looked over and she was sitting there on the sectional. Not the side facing the TV where Soph and I had been the evening before, but the one that was set at a ninety degree angle. That way she could watch me.

She had gotten dressed. Well. Kind of. She had on a rock band t-shirt that had been heavily modified. The collar had been cut out to make it scoop necked and the arms had been cut away to leave a hole that ran down almost to her hip. I could see the side of her breast, still in the sheer bra from earlier. She also had on a short black pleated skirt.

"What are you doing down here," I grunted as I continued my workout.

"Watching TV," she said. "Just because you decided to move in doesn't mean I can't be in my own house!"

"Fair enough," I nodded and then tried to ignore her.

This was difficult. She may have turned on the TV but she was only watching me. Every time I glanced up at her she had her eyes locked on me. Blatantly staring.

After fifteen minutes or so I looked over at her and saw that she had her hands in her lap. I blinked and realised that her skirt was bunched up and one of her hands was moving.

My niece was touching herself while looking at me. While she was not quite flaunting it, she also was not trying to be discrete. Her hands moved and the pale skin of her cheeks and chest were flushed. She licked her lips and continued to move her hand.

Have you ever tried to lift weights with an erection? It was, I quickly discovered, not easy. My shorts did next to nothing to hide my arousal and it was awkward.

I tried to continue but my eyes kept returning to my hot niece pleasuring herself across the room. Her hand was moving faster now, and she was turned completely towards me. The pretence that she was watching the TV gone.

I sighed and dropped the dumbbell I was curling to the floor. I strode across the room towards the back of the couch. She froze, her face suddenly unsure. While she usually walked around looking like a goth sexpot, at this moment she looked young. Like the 19 year old she really was.

I stopped right behind her, looking down. Below me was the deep collar of her t-shirt, the line of cleavage calling me. I wanted so much to plunge my hands down her top, grab her perfect tits. Tug at her nipples.

Instead I reached down and gripped her chin in a firm gasp and tilted her head back so she was looking up at me. She gasped, her hand between her legs frozen, the fabric of her skirt bunched around it.

"Olive," I said, sternly.

"What did you call me," she asked quietly.

"Olive. Short for Olivia. And you have to stop." I said, my voice angry but controlled. I held her face in place by her chin, my blue eyes locked on her green ones. "Little girls who tease get in trouble."

Her hand began to move again and she looked up at me, lust in her eyes, stroking herself.

"What kind of trouble?" She asked, voice soft, breathy.

"Big trouble," I said. "Someone should give you a bit of discipline."

Her hand was moving faster as she rubbed herself looking up at me.

"Yeah," she said, voice almost a moan.

"Yes," I answered. "Move your hand. Let me see what you have been doing."

She blinked but moved her hands away from her lap, giving me a flash of skin before her skirt fell back in place. I continued to hold her chin, but reached down with my other hand and flipped her skirt up.

She may have kept the bra on, but she had discarded the panties before she came downstairs. Her puffy pussy lips were pink with arousal and I could see her hard clit between them, slick with wetness.

I pushed my hand between her thighs and she opened her legs for me, biting her lower lip. I pushed my fingers between the lips, and felt how slick she was.

I curled my fingers and pushed two of them into her. Olivia moaned below me as my digits penetrated her. I pressed my thumb against her clit and her hips jumped, pushing my fingers deeper. Her cunt was dripping wet, almost hot to the touch as she cried out. She was tight, and her pussy gripped at me.

I began to quickly move them, pumping them in her tight cunt while I rubbed. She began to breathe in quick gasps, as she began to buck her hips against my hand.

She must have been quite worked up because it couldn't have even been a full minute before she grabbed my arm with both her hands and made a squeaking noise. She rolled her hips as I continued to finger her.

Her eyes were scrunched up and closed, her mouth open in a small O shape. Those lips, I thought, would look amazing wrapped around my cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped and then arched her back, holding herself rigid as she came. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers.

Finally she relaxed and I slid my fingers out of her. She whimpered. I brought them to her lips and pushed them into her mouth. She looked me in the eyes as she sucked on them, slurping off her own juices.

I let go of her chin and stepped back, the sudden realisation of what I had just done crashing down on me. I had just made my niece cum on my fingers. Not only was this morally wrong, but my brother was going to kill me.

"Wait," she called out as I spun away and walked quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

I leaned against the door and hung my head ashamed. I had to get out of that room. If I had stayed any longer I would have climbed over that couch and slammed my cock in her.

I went to the shower, dropping my shorts. I grabbed my cock and jerked it furiously, spraying cum across the tiles in mere moments. I groaned as I came, thinking about the face Olivia made while she climaxed.

Finally I caught my breath and turned on the shower.

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I stayed under the deluge of hot water for a long time. Cursing Olivia for tempting me. Cursing myself for being weak. I tried to think of something I could do to make it right but came up blank time and time again.

Finally I got out and dried myself off. I cautiously stepped out into the TV room, towel wrapped around my waist, and looked around.

Olivia was nowhere to be found. I let go of the breath I had not realised that I was holding. I crossed to my room and quickly got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I grabbed my keys and left out the front door managing not to run into my niece.

I hopped in my jeep and tore out of the driveway and headed into the city.

I had no plan and nothing really to do so after some aimless driving I stopped at a coffee shop and spent the afternoon there, killing time and reading a book that I had in my bag.

Eventually I gave up. I could not hide away forever. I drove back home and pulled into the driveway. It was around five PM but I noticed that Soph's BMW was still not there.

I was just taking a breath and readying myself to go inside when my phone buzzed. I looked down at a message from a number I didn't recognize.

Hi Dan, this is Soph. I got your number from Eddie. I'm running late so maybe I will order pizza or something later. Sorry.

I smiled and added her to my contacts before replying.

no worries. And forget ordering pizza. I'll make some. What time will you be back?

you'll make some! Wow! Excited! Around 7:30

I got out of my jeep and headed inside. I would have to get moving if I wanted to give the dough enough time to proof.

"It smells amazing," Soph called out as she walked in the front door at about 7:45. She was wearing a short white dress and had several bags in her arms. It looked like she had been shopping. She wobbled a bit standing there.

"Thanks," I said. "Need any help?"

"I'm ok," she giggled. "Sorry for being late. My girlfriend got engaged! She told us when we were all shopping together. We went for drinks to celebrate. I had a bit too much wine, celebrating. I had to uber here! But I'm looking forward to your meal."

I laughed.

"I'm glad you had fun, and congratulations to your friend, whoever she is. It's almost done so come down when you are ready."

Soph headed upstairs, dumped her purchases and returned. She had a happy glow about her, and was grinning widely. It seemed like she was a bit of a fun drunk. I had already cleaned up the kitchen from making the pizzas and was just pulling them out of the wide oven. I really liked cooking in this kitchen.

"Should I call Olivia down," Soph asked me.

I shook my head, suddenly guilty, remembering what I had done earlier.

"I'm not sure she is going to come down," I said. "We can set some aside for her."

"Ok," Soph said, crossing to the wine fridge they had built into their counter. "Have a glass of wine with me. You start work tomorrow, don't you? Something else to celebrate."

Soph poured two glasses, handing me one. We moved the food to the dining room. To my surprise Olivia came down the stairs and joined us, bringing a plate to the table.

She had changed since I had been gone. She was wearing black leggings with red on them, resembling a blood splatter. She was also wearing an oversized black and white striped sweater. My heart pounded when I saw her, suddenly afraid she was going to announce what I had done.

She only, however, took a piece of pizza and began to eat it quietly, looking at her phone. She avoided eye contact with me.

Soph was especially bubbly with a few drinks in her and I let her tell me about her day, what she bought, and the size of her friend's ring.

"I'm so glad that one of my friends is getting married," she said. "I was the only one and it kind of made things awkward. I guess that they all will eventually."

"Yeah," I agreed. "About your age was when all my friends paired off. Not me, but I was in that long term relationship. We lived together, so it was almost like marrying."

"Speaking of you," Soph said, smiling. "I was talking about you earlier. With my friends. They are all really excited to meet you! I invited them over on Friday. We are going to have a pool party! Who knows, maybe one of them will catch your eye!"

Olivia looked up suddenly and glared at Soph.

"Maybe he doesn't want to meet your skank friends," Oliva snapped. Soph blinked, looking hurt.

"Hey," I interjected. "Olivia! Jesus. Don't be so fucking rude!" I had had enough of listening to her talk to her stepmother like that.

Olivia froze and looked over at me and bit her lower lip. She took in a deep breath and turned to Soph.

"I'm sorry," she said and looked back down at her plate. Both Soph and I looked at one another wide eyed with surprise. I doubted that Olivia apologised for much, especially not to Soph.

"That sounds fun," I told Soph. I was, in fact, looking forward to it. I really needed to fuck someone.

We finished the pizza and Soph insisted on cleaning up, since I cooked. Olivia looked at me for a few moments. I had no idea what to say to her, or what she wanted to say, and then she spun and ran up the stairs.

Soph walked back into the dining room carrying the bottle of wine.

"We might as well finish this off, don't you think?" She said. I nodded in response. I was not much of a big drinker so the two glasses I had with supper had me feeling a bit warm.

Soph walked past me and into the family room area. I followed and sat on one of the couches. She filled my glass for the third time and topped herself off. She was fairly drunk by this point, I could tell.

I took a sip from my glass and Soph sat heavily down on the couch directly beside me. I blinked. I had not expected her to be so close.

"That was pretty amazing at the table," she said.

"The pizza?" I joked. "I told you I was a good cook."

"No," she laughed. "Not that. Though the food was really very good. It was Olivia. She doesn't respond to anyone telling her what to do. Not from her father, and especially not from me. What's the secret? What happened between you two today?

I swallowed past a lump in my throat. What was I supposed to do, I wondered? Tell her that I had made her step daughter, my niece, cum on my fingers? There was no way that I could tell her that.

"I have no idea," I said.