My Younger Brothers Bachelor’s Party

Stephen, who is 17 years older, and I had been married 7 years when Greg and Susan became engaged. I was a 32-year-old trophy wife to a partner in a law firm.

Greg is my younger brother by 5 years. We were close growing up. He was in 8th grade when I graduated high school. Many nights were spent hanging out in my room. We played cards, listened to music or read before bed. I was his sexy, brunette –not too modest–sister with benefits. I was aware of his being aware. The sliding door to my bathroom provided me privacy or intrigue. I liked to tease him by leaving it open a few inches as I showered so we could talk. Steamy mirrors whispered that he watched intently.

We played hundreds of card games while lying on my bed. I would be on my stomach, propped up on my elbows to provide a view of my breasts to distract his game. He always left aroused. It was difficult for him to hide, even with his shirt pulled out. We were never sexual but playful in our naughty adolescent way. He would lift my dress to see my panties and I outted his nude magazine collection to mom. We loved to wrestle for fun and intrigue. He got plenty of feels and I got to grind him before he ‘gave’.

When I graduated college I worked in the law library my first year out of school as he entered college. He was 6’-3” and a star on the water polo team his freshman year. He had a swimmer's body – flat stomach, broad shoulders, a firm ass, and youthful smile. Our lives came together usually on holidays until he graduated and met Sue. Then he announced they were engaged!

Two months later, he dropped by our house and asked me, "Would you be a bartender at my bachelor party," in front of Stephen. "It’s at the end of the month at the Marriott." I looked at Stephen. I wanted to do it but he had to agree. Greg added, "It would help because it's costing a lot for the room." Stephen looked at me, "I think you should do it.” Greg said, "It is easy. It’s just beer and wine." I smiled and shrugged, "Sure, why not?"

The night of the party I wore black slacks, white blouse and black leather vest. "Nice, you look like a bartender." Stephen hugged me on my way out the door. "I’ll call late. It may be morning before I return." It took 45 min to get downtown and in park Mariott’s lower garage. I changed into my black mini, red heels, and took off my blouse to expose my sheer black bra under my black leather vest. I slipped on my coat in the elevator, checked the desk for his room number and went up.

Thomas and George came in and high-fived me. They brought Whiskey, Scotch and Tequila. Charles came with pot. The fraternity brothers came in to play. Soon 30 guys were into fun and games and giving me tips and hugs. I was safe behind the bar. I danced as I poured. Kisses from the boys were wet and suggestive. Between drinks and shots of Tequila, it felt like vacation. Two dancers came and the party began. They were young hot pretties that knew how to dance. They also liked to do it with only a string. Greg stripped to his underwear to dance with the girls.

The night was outrageous. Greg humped, rubbed and felt the girls. They were good at making their rounds. Then they focused on Greg and stripped out of their thongs. Catcalls, cheers and high fives kept rhytum. They beckonned Greg to the floor for body rubs, oral sex and an oily body massage. It was out of control but working in rhythm. At 2am the hotel called to calm it down. By 3am the party thinned, the girls gave out cards and pocketed money. Then they left.

I made it my job to kiss guys goodnight. Ones I knew wanted a bit more. The Tequila did not seem to mind. It was exhilarating to feel their desire, whisper naughty things and send them on their way. Several were asleep in chairs, or on the floor. Two had passed out on the bed - fixtures for the night. George stood half dancing wanting to keep the party going.

Greg turned out the lights and came over behind the bar. "Great night, proud of you," I slurred my speech. We were both spinning. “My brothers loved you.” He smiled, “I won’t tell Steven.” We hugged as he leaned against the bar. “George called from the corner, “We love you,” then slumped into a chair. The night was a turn on for us all. I knew my brother saw me kissing guys. He leaned back against the bar wearing only thin red briefs. He was still hard. As I leaned against him he put his arm around me, "Happy with Sue?" My hip rubbed along him. I felt him get more aroused as he arched back in response. Neither of is acknowledged what we we doing. "This was perfect. I needed this party before I tie the knot." I hugged him as we laughed about his friends. Chatting was an excuse to feel my breasts against his chest. I rocked back and forth to let my hip describe his size. "You never know, she seems right, I guess," I sighed. I didn’t want to stop.

Nervousness made me sit on the stool. I loved his swimmers body. I looked at his this red nylon briefs and raised my eyebrows. His bulging cock was perfectly molded by the nylon. "Girls did a nice job." He looked down and smiled. Desire made me reach up and feel his thigh. I heard myself say, "Do you want your wedding gift now?" My hand was rubbing up his thigh. Before he spoke my hand was flat on his stomach. "It’s for you, Sue shouldn’t know." My forearm rubbed along his cock. As I felt his stomach I teased him with my forearm. He didn’t respond in words but nodded a yes. Neither of us had more to say.

In slow motion my hand slid down his stomach, over his underwear and palmed his cock. He arched and groaned. I breathed deeply and stared. I ran my nails along his profile and squeezed his tip through the fabric. I took time to feel him up then hesitated to see if he minded. He pressed harder against my inquiry and slid his hand inside my bra. My fingers eased the edge of his underwear open. I looked at his cock, leaned forward and rubbed my cheek on his tip. He was ready and I was crazed.

Greg pushed my vest off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He stood me up and I removed my bra as he pulled on my nipples. I slid my hand inside to hold his prize. Gently, my fingers tilted him towards me. Then I knelt down, leaned forward and rubbed his pink dome against my lips. I could smell the girl’s perfume on his sex and taste it on my lips. He looked down and whispered, "oh yeah." I held his gaze, opened my lips, drew my tongue around his rim and slowly took him inside my mouth. He was amazingly hard. We took it slow. It was delicate and slippery. I wanted him to cum and he wanted his release.

It was less my planning and more of the alcohol that allowed us to take our time. I wanted it to be good for him. I also needed something new for me. He was my perfect answer. Steven would never suspect. I looked up when he put his hand on my head. After many long strokes of sliding down him and sucking tightly as he slid out, he directed my rhythm. He guided my speed. I felt his balls, stroked him firmly and then he groaned, “I dreamt of this for so long.” He fucked my mouth gently and said, “Slow down, I am so close.” I squeezed his cock and licked his tip.

I slid his underwear down and was on my knees licking his cock, his thighs and balls. Both hands grabbed his ass to press him closer as I started to suck on him again. There were no words but his cock became harder as he arched and opened his legs. I slid a wet finger down his ass and fingered his hole as I sucked on him harder. Pushing my middle finger inside him slightly made me start to cum. His groan confirmed he liked me fingering him, “Yes, don’t stop.” He tossed his head back squeezed his cheeks tighter and exploded volleys into my mouth. Part of his sperm hit my chest and the side of my face. He stood there against the bar while I sucked him dry and and slowly worked my finger out of him.

I stood up with him still in my hands. He hugged me close and whispered, “god that was nice.” Then licked the cum off my breasts and began to suck on my nipples. As we hugged he reached under my skirt and pulled on my petals. I was totally wet and ready. Then he began to finger me. I pulled and felt his cock but could hardly breathe. I put my foot up on two wine boxes to give him the access he wanted. Then I fucked his hand. He half picked me up with his finger deep inside me as I came.

We stood hugging for a moment, not knowing what to do next. I spoke first and admitted, “I’ve dreamt of this too. Thank you.” Then he pulled up his underwear and I gave him a squeeze. I slipped on my vest and fixed my hair.

“I need to get these guys out of here,” was his awkward way of getting back to normal. He made others get off the bed so he could get some sleep then said good night. They left quickly. I didn’’t even know who they were. I tossed a bed pillow and an extra blanket onto the couch. I stretched out and sipped on the last of my Tequila. “Been a nice night” whispered George. I looked over at his chair, felt a bit embarrassed and nodded. I had forgotten he was there. He eased out of his chair and crawled over on his hands and knees. “Don’t I get a kiss goodnight?” He sensed I needed more. In the privacy of the living room we quietly made out then he slid to the floor and used his tongue to bring me to orgasm. Before I realized it he slipped his cock inside me. At first I thought it was more than I wanted, but it was exactly what I needed. He fucked me from behind, then made me do it doggy style holding a pillow from the couch. We ended with me riding him on top until I slumped forward to sleep.

At 6:45 I got up early, dressed in my slacks and clean white blouse and gathered my things. I tiptoed into Greg’s room. He was trashed in deep sleep. Georgie looked up and smiled and pulled the blanket back. I knelt down and I thanked him with a blowjob.

My brother and I share wicked smiles about the party and the few other times we have explored each other. Let me know if you are interested in more.