Cucked By Your Brother

You blink awake to Ashley Adams—your drop-dead wife—leaning over the mattress. Last night got messy and you swore you’d cook breakfast. She grins, gives you five extra minutes, then you drag yourself downstairs. Your brother Sam Strong’s already at the stove, teasing you about looking half-dead after you threw that killer party. They trade college stories—especially the nights you three played truth-or-dare. Nobody ever doubted you’d take a dare; you never backed down. Ashley smirks and suggests another round, for old times’ sake. Sam’s in, so you are too. Sam fires first: truth—how’s your husband in bed? Ashley hesitates, and Sam ribs you for the pause. She shrugs out a lukewarm answer that doesn’t do you any favors. Next truth, she asks Sam if he’s ever jacked off to her. He laughs: obviously—she’s a smoke show. Sam flips it, asks if she’s ever pictured him. She blushes, glances at you, and admits it—more than once. Sam turns to you: ever fantasized about another guy railing Ashley? You can’t lie; he’s seen your browser history since you were teens. You nod. Ashley’s eyes widen—she had no idea. Then Sam dares her to jerk him off. She stares, stunned you aren’t stopping it. You tell her you’re into it. She grips his cock, still unsure, then locks eyes with you: is this really what you want? When you don’t back down, she ups the ante—dares him to fuck her for real. You swallow, but she’s not finished; she dares you to sit there and watch until they both come. She yanks you close, drops her shorts, and Sam drops to lick her cunt, making her shake harder than you ever have. Every time you glance away she snaps your attention back—this only started because you agreed. Now you’ve got front-row seats to your brother pounding your wife, filling her up, while you sit, hard, watching every inch.