My Peeping Brother in Law
My name is Melanie, and I’m married to Dave, who is in the Navy. We are both 29 yrs.old, and, have been, married for 2 years. Dave has a much younger brother, Scott who is now 20.
When we were first married, we lived in Portsmouth, which is about 50 miles from our family homes, where Dave was based. Scott would, occasionally visit, and spend a weekend with us.
Because I am alone so much, in the flat, I don’t close doors as much as most people. One Saturday night, when Dave was away, I decided to have a bath, while Scott watched a video. As I lay soaking, in the hot, soapy water, preparing myself for a spot of masturbation, later in bed, I sensually washed my 32c breasts, with a large sponge, filling it with hot water and squeezing it, so the contents cascaded down onto my big brown nipples. Although I had a Simply Red tape playing, I heard Scott walk along the corridor, presumably, going to the toilet. I continued washing and rubbing my breasts, stomach and pubes, and forgot about him. After a couple of minutes, I realized that I hadn’t heard the cistern flush. I turned my head, towards the partly open, door, and suddenly heard the sound of scampering feet, and the toilet door slammed closed. He had been peeking through the gap in the door! I guessed that he was now tugging at his young cock. I was blushing, but giggled at how naughty I felt.
Perhaps I was naďve, but, as he was a teenager, I knew that he liked girls, but had never considered that he would be interested in a woman of my age.
I got out of the bath, grabbed a towel to cover myself and closed the door. As I dried myself, I heard Scott leave the toilet, and go back to the living room.
Now, in my short gown, and a pair of clean pair of knickers, I joined Scott. He acted as if nothing had happened, but hardly looked at me, as he continued to watch his video. I poured myself a glass of wine, and decided to forget about the incident.
I didn’t give it another thought until Scott visited a couple of months later. We chatted, as usual, while we ate a take-away meal, with me drinking a couple of glasses of wine, and him a couple of beers. I told him that he could watch a video, if he wanted to, while I took a bath.
I was getting undressed, while the water was running, when the memories of the previous visit came back to me. I put my hand on the door handle, to close it, when I had the naughtiest of thoughts. Deliberately, I left it ajar, about 9 or 10 inches.
When I sunk into the hot bubbles, I couldn’t relax. My heart was skipping beats as I wondered whether he would come back for a second look. I needn’t have worried, after about five minutes, I sensed him tip-toeing out of the living room. Desperately trying not to look at the door I leaned out of the bath to pick up the large jug, to wash my hair, making sure that he got a good view of my firm tits and inch long, ‘rock hard’ brown nipples.
I proceeded to wash my long, brown, permed hair, gently making my breasts sway, when the soapy bubbles ran over them. After 5, or so, minutes, I heard the toilet door close. I chuckled, to myself. It had worked. I didn’t know why, but teasing this teenage boy was really turning me on. After rinsing my hair, I lay back, and just wallowed, letting my nipples peak through the bubbles, as I stroked my pussy under the water. As he probably couldn’t see my tits, anymore, he went back to his video. Again we didn’t mention what had just happened, as I sat opposite him, while we watched the late night football highlights. In bed that night, I couldn’t get to sleep, for thinking about what I had done. Quietly, and quickly I fingered myself to a very satisfying orgasm.
We continued this ‘game’ for the next couple of months. Whenever Dave was at sea, Scott would arrange to visit, to ‘keep me company’.
He would stand outside of the bathroom, watching me wash my tits, then run into the toilet for a wank. Then I would sit opposite him, sometimes flashing my knickers, and long legs. Occasionally I would let my robe fall open, to show him my cleavage, pretending that it was an accident. In bed I would end the night by playing with myself. By now I had convinced Dave to buy me a vibrator, ‘because I missed him so much’! I don’t know which of us looked forward to these nights, the most, Scott or myself. Towards the end of the year, I found a red pair of my knickers in the wash-basket, after he had gone home, with a sticky, white stain in the crotch, which wasn’t mine!
Knowing that he was, now, using my underwear to masturbate into added to the excitement. I began deliberately leaving my soiled lacy knickers and bra’s on the top of the wash basket, for him to find. When he left on the Sunday night, they would always have his damp stains on them.
Scott visited the weekend that he passed his A-level exams. He got really good grades, which meant that he would be able to go to the University of his choice, which was Manchester; 300 miles away. While I was happy for him, it also meant that he would no longer be able to visit, and our ‘game’ would have to stop.
Dave was at sea, that weekend, so when Scott arrived, I was alone in the flat. I greeted him with a big hug and a sloppy kiss, congratulating him on his exam results. I gave him his present – an expensive sweater, which he loved, but I knew that he would like my special present better.
I ordered pizza while he dropped his coat and bags in his room.
We spent the next hour eating, drinking and chatting. When we had finished, I announced that I was going to have a bath. We had still never admitted, to each other, that we both knew what the other was doing. Perhaps, the mystery added to the sexual tension.
As I was getting undressed, I had a Devilish thought, as to what I would do for his treat. Just to tease him, I closed the bathroom door.
After a couple of minutes, I heard the floorboard creak, and knew that he was coming for his voyouristic peek. I tried not to laugh out loud when I heard him try to gently push the door open.
Scott was watching his video, when I joined him in the living room. As I always do, when I sit on the armchair, I curled my legs underneath me. As we chatted, and drank, I shuffled my position, slightly opening my legs. His eyes nearly popped out of his head; I wasn’t wearing any knickers!
During the next half-hour, I was ‘like a cat on hot coals’; I couldn’t sit still, re-positioning myself, continuously, making sure that he didn’t miss an inch of my specially trimmed pussy. Opening my legs, slightly, then closing them, pulling my knees up to my chin, short flashes then long, lingering moments. My fanny was soaking. I started to worry that I might mark the chair! He never took his eyes from between my legs. He, too, had to keep adjusting himself, as his cock must have been straining to get out of his pants.
“I’m going to bed!” Scott suddenly blurted out, and ran out of the room, nearly bent double. Pleased with myself, I too went to bed. As I was a little bit drunk, for once, I couldn’t keep quiet when I fucked myself, three or four times, with my vibrator. I was moaning and groaning, as I thrashed my plastic cock in and out of my hot cunt, thinking about Scott in the next room, wanking for England, into my new black silk knickers that I had wiped my pussy with, before I placed them in the basket.
The atmosphere, at breakfast, was electric. We never mentioned the previous nights’ ‘game’, but he couldn’t hide the cheeky grin, on his face.
When he left that night, so did the black knickers! Thoughtfully he had left me a bra caked with his spunk, so that I could smell him, when I, too, masturbated.
I was really enjoying these nights, but gradually, began to worry about where the relationship was going. Just before the Christmas, Dave was posted to the Mediterranean, for two months. On the Thursday after he had gone, Scott rang to ask if he could bring a friend, from University, to stay the following weekend. Nervously, I agreed, but told him that I would be going out, to a party, with colleagues from work, so they would be alone. He didn’t seem to mind, too much, which disappointed me slightly.
They arrived on the Friday, at about 5pm, Scott showed his friend Rob, to the spare room, where they left the over night bags. Both boys were 18, about the same height and physique. Scott was the most attractive, but Rob had bright ginger hair, and a lovely, warm smile. We sat talking and drinking coffee, for an hour, or so, when I looked at my watch and told them that I would have to shower and get ready for my party.
As I didn’t know what Scott had told Rob, I closed the bathroom door, when I showered. As I was about to turn the shower on, I heard the sound of whispering, outside the door, and the handle slowly move. I smiled, to myself, as I realised that Scott must have told his friend about our ‘game’.
When I was in my bedroom, fastening my bra, I heard someone open the toilet door; I looked in the mirror. My door wasn’t completely closed, and I could see Rob watching me. For a few seconds, I didn’t know what to do. Instead of confronting him, I slowly continued, bending over so my tits nearly popped out of the cups. I pulled my white knickers high up my thighs, making sure that they accentuated my legs, and framed my tight, round arse cheeks, for him. My heart was pounding, as I took my time choosing a skirt, finally deciding on a loose cream one, and a low cut blue blouse. By now Scott had joined him, they had even pushed the door further open, for a clearer view. By the time, that I had put my shoes on, they were back, sitting in the living room.
“What are you plans for tonight?” I asked Scott, while I stood in front of the mirror, applying my lipstick. “We’re just going to watch a couple of videos,” he laughed, and looked at Rob, who joined in.
I was watching Rob and Scott’s reflections, as they stared at me, whispered and began to laugh, again.
“I might be late, because some of the girls are going clubbing. There’s beer in the fridge, if you want it.” I winked at Scott, and left for the party.
Although I am only 29, it felt good to be desired by these two young boys, one of whom, was my brother in law.
The party was held in a City centre pub, and went well. There was plenty to drink and eat, and the music was good. When the pub closed, no one really wanted to go clubbing, so I decided to go straight home. In the taxi, I spent the whole journey planning how I could tease both boys.
As I entered the flat, I could hear the boys making a lot of noise, and the T V was very loud. The first thing that I saw was a black cock, the size of my arm going into a shaved fanny, in Glorious Technicolor on my 30- inch TV!
“What the Hell do you think that you’re doing? Where did you find those?” I shouted, as I entered the living room. They were watching Dave’s porn videos, and the carpet was littered with used tissues and empty beer bottles. “Shit!” Scott gasped, “I’m sorry, I was looking for something to watch, and found these.” He stuttered, as he tried to find the remote control, and pull his pants up to cover his boner, at the same time! “I’m so sorry, Mel. I thought that you would be back later than this! Shit! I’m so sorry!”
The sight of two teenagers wanking at a porn film was surreal, but very funny.
Laughing at his predicament, I told him, “It’s okay. Don’t let me spoil your night, carry on. Who wants another beer?”
Puzzled, they looked at each other, grinned, then both replied, “Yes please.”
When I came back with the beers, they had pulled their pants up, and their cocks were now hidden from view. I handed them a bottle, each, making sure that they could look down my cleavage.
Sitting next to Scott, I picked up two of the empty video boxes, and asked, “This isn’t the first time that you’ve watched these, is it?” Blushing, he replied that he’d found them some months earlier, and had regularly watched them, when I went out. I couldn’t believe how horny he was. Not only had he spent the last few months spying on me, he was also wanking over porn videos. I only wished that his elder brother had been half as horny!
“I can’t believe how randy you are!” I teased Scott, “I know that you’ve told Rob that you spy on me. I spotted you before I went out!” He just laughed. “So, what do you like best, when you’re spying on me?” I drunkenly continued.
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