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A Little Drinkie

By Victor Ramierez

Paula had never liked her husband's brother, William. William was a thin, weaselly looking guy, his wiry brown hair was cut in the traditional old style of short back and sides, mainly because he was trying to impress the business community, and secondly because he had no style of his own.

Paula had first met him when her husband Peter had taken her home to meet his family. Peter looked nothing like his brother, he was a well built tallish man, with soft curly brown hair and a happy face. She often thought that he must have gotten his brother's share of both personality and good looks.

When they arrived at Peter's parents house they had been led into the living room to 'come and meet everyone' where she had been introduced to his father John, his mother Francine, the dog Wally and his brother William. William had eased his way over to her, and limply shaken her hand. His hands were clammy, like he was sick or something, but she came to find out that this was normal for William. Over the course of the evening William had slunk around after her, surreptitiously following her movements, hoping to get a glimpse of her impressive cleavage down the front of her light blue t-shirt. Paula had caught him staring at her tits a couple of times, and once she could have sworn he was about to grab her arse, encased in her tight blue jeans, but she had turned around and caught him out.

Peter's parents were both lovely people and they had taken a liking to her, as had William, just not in the same way.

Ten years later Peter and Paula had been married for six years, and William was still single.

William wanted to be a salesman, but did not have the personality for it and was quickly removed from every position he had ever held which involved dealing with customers. Currently he was working out of the state, acting as a courier for his company. Life for William was one train or plane after another, carrying his trusty briefcase with the important documents he was to deliver. On these journeys he had quickly discovered that the airhostesses found him irritating, and there was no chance any of the other passengers wanted to speak to him, let alone anything else. He always had found this to be a real disappointment, as he really wanted to join the mile high club but could never find a partner. He would always check out the female passengers in the hope that this time there would be someone, but time and time again he would come up empty handed.

Peter was a middle level manager at a department store and was making a nice income. Paula was working as a personal assistant at another company and between the two of them, and a nice little gift from his parents when his father retired, they had been able to afford to buy a new home.

Peter and William were as close as any two brothers who had grown up together, they had shared the same trials and tribulations of youth, and many a backyard fight or wrestling match. Peter loved his brother and always wanted to see him whenever he was in town, much to Paula's disgust.

As William had grown older he had become more lecherous, and if she knew he was coming over, she would always cover up her best assets. Peter had noticed that she dressed differently, but he hadn't spotted the connection and she had never said anything to him. She didn't know if he would take her concerns seriously, after all it was his baby brother she was complaining about. So the plunging necklines would disappear, and out would come the long dresses with a high collar to try and hide her d cup sized breasts, her supple legs and her firm arse.

William rang the number again and listened in disbelief as the phone rang out and clicked off. Where the hell were his parents? He had been forced to make a special trip and had decided to come home via his old bedroom to break up the journey over the weekend. It was 6pm on a Friday night, his parents never went out where could they be? They knew he was coming, what had happened to them?

"Hi Pete, it's Will."

"Oh shit! I forgot to call you!"

"What?!" asked William, with ice in his voice.

"Mum and Dad have gone away for a weekend in the country."

"You're kidding me!"

"I was supposed to let you know so you would just keep going on to your place, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, that's excellent. Brilliant! Thanks for that one bro."

"I guess you're stuck here now?"

"Damn right, at least until tomorrow anyway."

"Well I could invite you over here, but we're having a party tonight. Can you handle the noise?"

"That's fine, I could use some time to unwind. Any pretty ladies coming?"

"That's the brother I know and love. Where are you man, I'll come and get you."

Paula wondered what surprise Peter had run out to get, it was the last minute before the party, and he knew that their friends would start arriving soon.

The fridge was fully stocked with beers, the bar was all set and the table was covered with plates of goodies to eat. What could he be getting?

She giggled to herself, as she popped a chocolate covered peanut into her mouth, she hoped it was something nice. She was looking forward to the evening, all their good friends were coming, she had great food and drinks, great tunes for the stereo, and she knew the evening would end with some great sex. She always got quite horny after a few drinks, and Pete never drank too much so he was always good to go. Yes it was going to be quite a night.

"Honey I'm back, has the party started yet?"

The music clicked on, and they heard the sound of high heels coming down the hallway on the tiled floor.

Paula burst round the corner grinning happily, and the smile froze on her face when she saw William.

"Hi babe, look who I found," said Peter with a grin.

"That's great, hi William," she said, almost through clenched teeth.

William knew that she didn't like him, she had never bothered to hide that from him, it seemed that Peter was the only one who didn't realise.

"Hi Paula, how are you?"

"Fine," she said dismissively. "Peter can I talk to you for a minute."

She grabbed his arm and pulled him around the corner away from William.

"Why is William here? Our friends will be here any minute!"

"What's the problem? He's my brother and he needs somewhere to stay for the night."

"Are all the hotels full then?"

"Don't be like that sweetie, anyway it's my fault I forgot to let him know that no-one was going to be at Mum and Dad's this weekend."

"Oh alright," she said angrily.

"Anyway it's a party, maybe he'll meet someone nice for a change and take him off your hands," he said with a grin.

"We should be so lucky."

"I'll get him set up in the spare room," said Peter as he dashed back to where his brother was waiting.

Paula looked down at the tight black top and short black skirt she was wearing, but it was too late to change as she heard the front door bell ringing with the first arrivals of the night.

William had stuck with his brother and his buddies. He knew a lot of them from childhood and they all tolerated him. As they had all grown older they had developed more patience and could handle Pete's weird brother hanging around with them.

William had made a couple of rounds of the party earlier in the evening, and had been snubbed by the majority of the women there, even the ones that Paula hadn't previously badmouthed him too in the past. He watched Paula as she chatted and laughed with her friends, he liked the curves of her body, accentuated by the tight clothing she had on. Her black hair cascaded down her neck and curled up at the bottom in a sort of a bob cut in the vicinity of her shoulders. Her skin was a lovely olive colour, enriched by either sun tanning or tanning lotion he had never been able to tell the difference.

Paula looked up and saw William staring at her, that letch was probably undressing her with his eyes or something. She gulped down the last of the vodka and orange in her glass and made herself another one.

William looked back to the guys, and noticed Peter was finished his drink.

"Ok who wants another?" he asked as he stood up to make a run to the fridge.

The evening had worn on, the party slowly shrank in size until there were only a few couples left. Somewhere along the way, mainly due to the fact that he wasn't drinking, William had turned into a pseudo barman. He was making drinks and bringing more beer from the fridge, and they all thought he was great.

"Here you go Paula," he said as he handed her another one of his extra special vodka and oranges. Drunkenly, she reached out and took the glass from him, and began to drink her triple vodka and orange.

He had a plan, and it was working.

The last couple finally left, and William waved goodbye to them and closed the door. He went back into the lounge room to find his brother sleeping soundly on the lounge chair with his beer still clenched in his hand. Paula was sitting opposite him, slowly sipping her drink.

William watched this scene for a moment, and waited for her to drain a bit more out of the glass.

"Drink up, it's time for the next round," he said. This was a phrase he'd been using all night and by now she was doing this as a reflex action. She quickly downed the rest of the glass and held it up for him to take. He wasn't sure when she would pass out, but he knew it would be soon. He mixed another and handed it to her. She was almost like a zombie, drinking slowly out of her glass. William went and sat down on the arm of the chair Peter was sleeping in.

"He'll be asleep until noon," she chuckled, drunkenly. "He doesn't drink normally, but he had quite a few didn't he?"

William nodded, and watched her.

She drank some more of her drink as she giggled, and then slowly laid herself back into the soft embrace of the cushions. A moment later and she was snoring.

William staggered into the main bedroom, carrying his sister-in-law. He made it across the room and slid her out of his arms onto the bed. She half rolled, half flopped into the middle of the bed and lay there soundly on her back.

William studied her sleeping form for a moment, and then slid onto the bed on his knees. He moved up alongside her, and shook her roughly by the shoulder to try and wake her up.

"Paula, Paula," he called to her but she didn't respond to either attempt.

He ran out to check on his brother, repeating the exercise with him and found that he was very much asleep too.

His plan had the green light and he was eager to get underway.

William pulled the black top up over Paula's head to reveal her naked belly and bra encased tits. She was wearing a lovely black lace bra and he could see her dark nipples through the material. He slid his hands underneath her and undid the clasp on the back of her bra. Pulling his hands back he slid the material up off her body and down the length of her arms, to discard it onto the floor.

He had always wanted to see her tits properly and aside from a few stolen glances down her shirts he had never had much luck. She wouldn't so much as wear a bikini or swimsuit around him, but now he had the jackpot in front of him.

"So you don't like me Paula," he said as he reached down and stroked her cheek. "Well I like you, especially these," he said as he slid his hand down her throat and grabbed hold of her right hand side breast. "Yes I like these very much." He wobbled it around in his hand, and gave it a firm squeeze. They were lovely. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them around a bit, and as they became erect in his hands, he gave them a pinch. Paula gave out a little groan as he did this, and wriggled her hips around.

William guessed this was turning her on, and he chuckled at this. She would hate to know that he had managed to get her hot.

Bending down he placed his lips against the skin of her cleavage, feeling the warmth of her breasts on either side of his face. He dragged his lips over her skin, along the side of her tit and up to the nipple. He snaked his tongue out and gave the nipple a little tongue bath before sucking it into his mouth in one short slurp. He slowly sucked on the little nub, and grazed it with his teeth and tongue. She moaned slightly, and he moved to the other one to give that nipple some attention too.

He moved his hands down her stomach, over her pelvis and around to the outside of her thigh. He slid his hand down to her foot and slipped the shoe off, throwing it to the floor, before doing the same to the other shoe. He moved his mouth back to her nipple and put his hand back up on her thigh to explore further.

His hand slid up underneath the tight skirt and he slid it up the length of her leg. He felt the fine gauze of the stockings as his hand moved over them, the elastic lacy part at the top of it that keeps it up and then the bare flesh of her upper thigh. His hand continued up until he reached her hip and then he moved his hand over her leg to her inner thigh. His fingertips brushed against pubic hair and he realised that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"You cheeky little slut," he said as he broke away from her tits and sat back to slide her skirt up to her waist. As he had discovered, she wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy, adorned with a nice little tuft of brown hair, sat exposed before him.

He took in the sight of her pretty pink pussy, nicely framed between her black lacy stay up stockings, her black skirt bunched up around her waist and the hint of hair sitting proudly at the top of her moist slit.

Unable to resist, he thrust his face down between her thighs and took a nice deep breath of her aroma, before flicking his tongue out to taste her wetness.

As soon as the tip of his tongue touched her pussylips, she groaned and parted her thighs.

"Well if you are going to give me such a nice invitation, who am I to refuse."

William just about leapt off the bed and began to remove his clothes. In moments his pants, boxers and shirt were on the floor with her bra and shoes and he was on the bed lining his erect cock up with her unprotected sex. He rubbed the tip of it along her wet slot and then with an eager thrust he began to slide his cock into her.

She was nice and moist and her muscles were tight. An illicit thrill shot up his spine, he was shoving his cock into his sister-in-law, and she couldn't stop him. Hell, she didn't even know about it!

It had been a while since he'd had any pussy, it wasn't going to be long before he was spraying her insides with his hot semen, so he went as slowly as he could to prolong the experience. He leaned back on his haunches and grabbed one of her ankles in each hand, spreading her legs wide apart and stretched all the way out. He then laid himself on top of her and began to thrust into her, hard and fast.

What the hell, he thought. He could always get another shot at her once he'd finished this first round.

He loved the feeling of her nipples brushing back and forth on his chest as he thrust in and out of her, before he gave one final thrust and collapsed down on her with all his weight as his red hot cock shot out his seed into her unprotected cunt.

He thought about it as he pulled out of her, was she on the pill or something? He didn't care. If she had a kid, it wasn't his problem.

He sat back on his heels on the bed, panting from his exertions, and enjoying the sight of her ravished body lying dishevelled on the bed. He stared at her for a moment and noticed that his cum had started to ooze out of her slit.

It was a fantastically lewd sight, his brother's wife's pussy had his cum dripping out of it. How cool was that!

His cock thought so too and began rising to the occasion again. He considered his options and decided to have a look at that firm arse of hers. He rolled her over onto her stomach and was greeted with the sight of her fantastic arse, quivering on the bed before him. That was too much to resist, so he grabbed a pillow and rolled her over onto it, on her stomach. This raised her arse up a bit, so he could position himself behind her and give her another good fucking doggy style. He spread her cheeks and looked at her cum filled pussy, and noticed her little arsehole nestled happily above it. He could leave her full of his cum and do her arse too! He hadn't considered that before, but now it was a must do type of situation. He had always wondered why she hated him so much, what did she have stuck up her arse... well now he knew.

He placed his moist cock against her arsehole and started applying the pressure, slowly the head began to work it's way into her and with a hard thrust he managed to slip it inside her, the muscles grabbed hold of his cock helmet, and squeezed it tight.

My god this is great! He had never fucked a chick in the arse before, and he was going to enjoy this, he could tell already.

He pressed harder and felt inch after inch slowly work it's way into her. She groaned, in pain or pleasure he wasn't sure, and didn't care.

"I'll bet you've never done this before have you, bitch!"

She groaned again, almost as though she was answering.

"Just as I thought," and he thrust into her all the way.

He could feel her lovely soft arsecheeks touching his thighs and stomach as he lay pressed up against her. Unbelievable was the only word that he could think of to describe it. So tight, and so different to her sweet pussy, and yet so very desirable too.

He had no hope of lasting for too long with this kind of new sensation. He decided to just hold on and enjoy the ride and started thrusting away at her. He gave her a couple of slaps on the arse as he rode her down hard into the pillow, and she gave a squeak each time he slapped her cheek.

He thrust into her one last time, as deeply as he could, and arched his back to push his hips as far into her as possible. His second load began to jettison out into her arse, and he was groaning in pleasure.

A few moments after he had finished coming, his deflating cock slid out of her and flopped down against her leg.

He lay on top of her, loving the sensations of it all, and then after a moment decided he'd better tidy up, just in case anyone woke up too soon.

He rolled her over onto her back and put the pillows back into place. He pulled the mini skirt off her, leaving her naked except for her stockings. As he picked up his boxers he realized the state his cock was in and decided he'd need a wash. As he moved around the room picking up his clothes he looked at her face and her full wet mouth grabbed his attention. He saw an easier way to get his cock cleaned.

He moved alongside her head on the bed and ran his finger over her lips, she parted them and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. He ran the tip of his cock over her lips, smearing the cum residue over them and her tongue eagerly cleaned it off. He pressed his cock against her mouth and she opened her mouth to allow it in. Cautiously he slipped it in and she eagerly sucked it in. His limp cock was in her mouth and started to become erect again as she cleaned it off.

He chuckled as she screwed her face up and let his cock drop out of her mouth.

"Don't you like the taste of your own arse, bitch?"

He laughed happily as he slipped his boxers on and then finished dressing. He dragged his brother back into the bedroom and threw him into bed. He quickly took off Peter's clothing and pulled the sheet up over the naked duo, hopefully she would think it was Peter that she'd been fucking when she woke up in the morning.

The next morning William was happily eating his breakfast and reading their paper when Paula staggered into the kitchen. She looked like a wreck, but a few triple vodka and oranges will do that for you.

"Hi Paula, sleep well? Great party, make sure you invite me next time!"

Copyright 2005 Victor Ramierez

victorramierez@hotmail.com

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