A Brother's Duty

Odds are everyone reading this has said something, sometime that they shouldn't have and possibly ended up in a situation that they'd never really wanted to be in - well that was me last night but let's go back a couple of weeks before that first... Jill (my fiance) and I were in bed fooling around when she kind of 'mentioned' that Rachel and Mark would be coming after supper Friday and staying for the weekend. Rachel had been her roommate through college and Mark was Rachel's husband. I'd met Rachel quite a few times when Jill and I started going out. She had dark, wavy hair, a great smile and green eyes that caught your attention immediately. Not that the rest of her didn't catch your eye too...likely 38d, trim waist and an ass that just begged to be touched but seeing as I was with Jill, I kept it to just thoughts. Mark was pretty average - very similar to me. Decent shape, friendly and fun to hang with and have a few beer. Anytime Jill made plans t

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This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. *** I wake slowly, drifting in that half-awake state where dreams seem part of life. Before they fade, I remember images of being ravished by a man on a beach in the dark. The sky above us full of stars. He had been hard against me, and... he had fondled me, always waking me at night, revving me up with probing fingers. His palm cupping between my legs, massaging my vulva, making it swell, dripping on his fingers. At the same time, his lips and mouth latch on my thick nipples. My poor nubs are always sensitive, as if waiting for the next time my lover ravishes them. And why do I continually sleep on my back with legs parted? Naked as I was, it was but an invitation. "Mmmm..." I murmur as I realize it is real and my lover is awake and amorous. I can not blame him. He is in his sexual prime, just as I am. Neither

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Calle collected her things and glanced at the clock. If she was going to drive she did not have to leave for another 15 minutes, but if she wanted to catch a particular train it was time to go, now. She had thought of nothing else in her bed, alone with a vibrator and her memories, all night long. She gave up with a sigh and headed out the door. She stood on the platform looking back and forth trying to find her Voice but saw nothing out of the mundane. What if the Voice did not show? What if she rode the train across from the pervert all alone? Would he say something? Do something? She bit her lip as the train pulled up, she verified the car and climbed on board. There at the back by the emergency door was the pervert. The train was not nearly as crowded so she made her way toward him and stood next to the empty seat facing the old man. The seats by the window next to both of them were vacant and Calle hesitated. She felt the car shift and sat down. He glanced at her over his phone