I Took Revenge with My Lover’s Older Brother

For everyone who keeps asking me about Bruno, I’m here to tell you how my clandestine relationship with him is going. And this time, I have quite a lot to tell.

The relationship is going well, as always. Intense encounters, that spark neither of us ever lets die, outings, shared plans. Everything is just like the first day. Some of you may remember that, in my first story, I mentioned his dance classes. In the end, I arranged for him to take them at my sister’s academy. She later told me about a couple of Bruno’s attitudes that I preferred not to believe.

On Friday night, my sister came over for dinner. We ordered food, made a few drinks, and caught up. In the middle of our conversation, she dropped Bruno’s name onto the table. And I was utterly shocked, no matter how hard I tried to think otherwise.

“Have you seen Bruno? Remember when I told you I’d seen him getting all cozy with two girls from the class?” she said, stirring the ice in her glass.

“Yes, your famous suspicion,” I replied.

“Nothing suspicious about it. I fucked him.”

My face must have been a picture. I was about to bring my drink to my lips when I felt the vein in my neck throbbing hard.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me, babe. I sucked him off and he fucked me all the way to the hilt.”

“What do you mean, you fucked him? You have a partner. You can’t be so reckless as to cheat on him after three years. And on top of that, with someone so much younger than you.”

“Oh, Mariana, please. Are you really going to lecture me about morality? You?” she laughed. “Look who’s talking.”

“Don’t get smart with me or I’ll slap your face.”

“I love it. You know that turns me on,” she said, bursting out laughing.

“You’re unbearable. Tell me already. Let’s hear what this is all about.”

I didn’t want to listen, and at the same time I needed every detail.

“On Wednesday, when class ended, we stretched with the group, as usual,” she began. “I couldn’t take my eyes off him for the entire hour. You could see the bulge inside his leggings every time he stretched, and I swear, it made my mouth water. The girls left and the two of us were alone. He told me he had a cramp in his thigh, and I offered to massage him. He lowered his pants a little and, I swear, I nearly died. He had one of those cocks that show through the boxer briefs, thick and already hard without anyone touching it.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”

“Wait, it gets better. I put on some gel and started working the knot with my thumbs. I slowly moved higher up his thigh until I pressed my fingers against the bulge, as if by accident. The kid got rock-hard. I loosened him up and, without thinking too much, knelt behind him. The shameless little bastard pretended not to notice, but the tip was soaking through the fabric. By the time I realized it, I’d already pulled everything down. His cock was in my face and I was eating it whole. I ran my tongue underneath it, from his balls to the tip, and took it all the way down my throat. I had to breathe through my nose to keep it in there. I sucked the head with my lips tight around it and caressed his balls with one hand, while I grabbed his ass with the other and pulled him deeper into my mouth.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Hold on, there’s more. He stood me up, turned me around against the studio mirror, yanked my leggings down, and put his fingers inside me. I was already dripping, Mari, completely soaked. He spread my pussy with two fingers and started moving them, while his other hand squeezed one of my tits from behind. When he put it in, it went straight in. He fucked me all the way to the balls and I had to bite my arm to keep from screaming. He fucked me against the mirror, watching my face as he shoved it into me, gripping my hair. Then he made me put my hands on the floor and kept fucking me doggy-style. I’d never screamed so loudly in an empty studio. He came inside me without pulling out, and left it there for a while until he started going soft.”

“You’re terrible. Didn’t you feel guilty?”

“A little, afterward. While we were getting dressed, he told me he was going to his girlfriend’s house,” she said, without having any idea what she was saying. “But, well, it was already done.”

It was true: that very night Bruno showed up at my house. I teased him in a thousand ways, looking for something, but this time he was evasive. I knelt in front of him anyway in the living room, opened his pants, and pulled out his cock with both hands. It was warm and half-awake, and I put it in my mouth without saying a word. I ran my tongue all over the head, wrapped my lips around it, and slowly pumped it, trying to wake it the way I knew how. I licked his balls one by one, sucked them whole, then went back up the shaft with the tip of my tongue. He got only halfway hard. I sucked him for a long time, working hard and using every bit of my technique, until he moved my head away and said he was tired. He didn’t come. I let it go, we had dinner, and he left before we ended up arguing.

I concealed my discomfort at the table as best I could. I congratulated my sister, told her she was free to do whatever she wanted, and that she would know whether or not she could live with the guilt of cheating on her partner. After dinner, she went home. I got into the bathtub to think.

Because only then did I realize something: that night, I had sucked Bruno’s cock just a few hours after he’d put it inside my sister. Without knowing it, I’d tasted her too, sucked up the remnants of her pussy mixed with the cum he had left inside her. My rage overwhelmed me. I couldn’t act while I was heated, because I was capable of slapping Bruno’s face the moment I saw him.

***

The following Saturday was the academy’s end-of-term party, a sort of buffet for the graduates of the adult workshops. They were going to use both courtyards so more people could fit. It was the perfect time to be bitter—technically, a woman scorned—because I could give the green light to another one of my students, someone who had been pursuing me for a while and whom I had always rejected because of Bruno.

The event ran from four in the afternoon until ten at night. Being a creature of the night, I showed up at seven. I had two options: cross my fingers and hope something happened with that student, or simply make an appearance as the instructor of the organizing workshop. Either way, I had to look the part, so I dressed to kill: a tight white T-shirt, black leggings, a short denim skirt over them, and brown combat boots. Underneath, a very thin black thong, the kind that dug between my buttocks and showed everything through the leggings.

The moment I walked through the door, several eyes from the foyer and inner courtyard fixed on me. First objective accomplished: getting attention. I greeted my students and made the rounds of the tables. Bruno was sitting at one of them; our eyes met and I dismissed him with regal indifference. As the night went on, the music grew louder, the relatives left, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

On an improvised dance floor, I let loose with several people from the group. My target was among them. He caught the message immediately. He was one of the four or five who dared to take advantage of the dancing to caress my ass, or part of it. Bruno watched everything from his chair. He tried to talk to me, tried to ask me to dance, and I rejected him without saying a single word to him.

At one point, I left the courtyard and walked toward the bathrooms. In the hallway, my target intercepted me.

“Mari, you dance incredibly,” he said.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“And where are you going?”

“Out back, to smoke a cigarette. Want to come with me?”

“Of course. Let’s go.”

I opened the door to the corner where I usually smoked, and we went in together. We chatted for a couple of minutes, until I made the first move.

“You know what? I don’t feel like smoking anymore. I’m smoking less, and the only thing I really feel like doing is something else, something more intimate.”

“Intimate like what?”

“Just what it sounds like. Something passionate. I don’t know if I’m making myself clear.”

“Perfectly clear. Can I help you with that?”

He took me by the waist and moved toward my mouth. We looked at each other, smiled, and kissed. I guided his hand to my breast, and he eagerly caressed it, squeezing it through my shirt, searching for my nipple with his thumb until he made it hard. He had me pressed against the door; I guided him farther inside in case anyone heard us. I pressed him against the back wall, kissed his neck, and knelt without taking my eyes off him. I undid his belt, lowered his pants to his knees, and yanked down his boxer briefs. He was half-hard, pointing at my face. I slowly ran my tongue over the tip, wrapped my lips around it, and sampled the taste.

I took him at the base with two fingers and put him all the way into my mouth. I sucked as if there were no tomorrow, with a mixture of desire and accumulated anger he could never have imagined. I pumped him with my hand and mouth at the same time, squeezing hard and twisting my wrist at the base while the tip bumped against my palate. I licked the entire length, spat on it to lubricate it better, and put it back in until I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat. I grabbed his balls with my free hand, squeezed them gently, and caressed them with my nails. He sighed and smiled while I kept going without stopping, swallowing saliva and letting my lipstick run down the corners of my mouth. Without him knowing it, this was the first time his instructor had done anything like that to him. And it might be the only time. I sped up, sucking only the head with my lips forming a tight ring, while I pumped him hard and fast with my hand. I felt his thighs tense and his cock swell in my mouth. I kept at it for several long minutes until he came in my mouth with a spasm, shooting stream after stream against my palate. I swallowed it all without pulling him out, then licked the tip clean down to the last drop.

“Tasty,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “But this stays between us, all right?”

“Don’t worry, I promise. Thank you for this, Mari.”

“Let’s get out before they become suspicious.”

He went out first. I touched up my lipstick, took a couple of drags from a cigarette to cover my tracks, and returned to the courtyard. The dancing continued, and several people sought me out again. It seemed everyone wanted something from me, and I loved it.

“Where were you? You were gone for like twenty minutes,” Bruno reproached me, appearing out of nowhere.

“Bruno, shut your mouth. You’re not my boyfriend, and you’re jealous anyway.”

“I’m not your boyfriend because you don’t have the nerve. But that body belongs to me, and I don’t like someone else touching it.”

“My body belongs to me, and I’m the one who takes care of it. Whoever I decide can touch it. You’re not on the list tonight. Leave me alone.”

I went over to some of his classmates to chat and dance for a while. Then someone I didn’t know joined us and asked me to dance. I accepted; I had nothing to lose.

“Tomás, nice to meet you,” he introduced himself.

“Mari. We don’t know each other, do we?”

“Unfortunately, no. But I noticed all the guys are fighting to stay close to you, and I figured you must be one of the instructors.”

“Very observant. And who exactly are you?”

“The brother of one of the graduates. Bruno.”

“Bruno?” My blood ran cold for a second.

“The same one. I’m the older brother.”

It was my opportunity, served up on a platter. This brother had appeared out of nowhere, knowing absolutely nothing, just so I could behave like the scorned woman I was that night. What I hadn’t been able to do with the man I wanted, I was going to do with him. If luck was on my side, I would get my little revenge before the party ended. So I turned to one of my favorite tactics.

“Want to go outside for some air and smoke something with me?”

“I can’t think of a better plan. I’m right behind you.”

We went out. I returned to the same corner as before, but this time I opened the next door and we stepped into a small open-air patio where I usually smoked alone.

“Do you like it? It’s quieter here,” I told him.

“I like you, to be honest. Here, there, wherever I see you, I’m going to like you. You’re perfect. All those guys are lucky, and I don’t know if they realize it.”

“That honesty attracts me. Is there anything else I should know about your theories?”

“I’m sure everyone in there is in love with you. And I think you like someone at the party too, but you’re not going to tell me, and you can’t do anything about it.”

“You seem very clever. Too bad you never attended one of my classes. You could have tested your theory.”

“I agree. I regret never having had that honor. Although it would have been a problem for both of us, because I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you after every class.”

“Then let’s not waste any more time. Fulfill your fantasy with your brother’s instructor.”

He held my face and gave me a decisive kiss, ready to go all the way. His tongue went straight in, searching for mine, biting my lower lip and sucking it between his teeth. As we kissed, he lifted my denim skirt and slowly caressed my ass, enjoying every inch and slipping his fingers beneath the elastic of my thong. I opened his shirt without breaking the kiss, button by button, and ran my palms over his chest and stomach, down to the bulge already showing rock-hard against his pants. I squeezed him through the fabric, weighing him in my hand, and he moaned into my mouth. He pulled my leggings down to my knees, and I yanked off my shirt. No bra. My tits were bare, my nipples standing hard from the cold and from what was happening.

I rolled up the shirt and passed it around his neck, holding one end in each hand. I used it like an improvised leash to pull his face toward me. He understood the game immediately. He lowered his head straight to my tits: he sucked one nipple with his lips tight around it, then ran his tongue around it in circles and slowly bit it until he drew a moan from me. He took my other breast in his hand, pinched it, and fondled the whole thing. I tugged on the leash and pushed him down. I had already pulled off my underwear, and with his head between my thighs he began to explore me with his tongue, slowly at first, then with a quick, precise rhythm. He spread my lips with his thumbs, licked my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, circled it, sucked it, then lowered himself and pushed his whole tongue inside me. He was eating my pussy hungrily, like a desperate man.

His fingers dug into my hips, squeezing, spreading, setting the rhythm. He put in one finger, then two, searching inside me and curling them exactly where he needed to press. He sucked my clitoris and drove his fingers into me at the same time, in a rhythm that made my legs tremble. I moaned with a smile on my lips, squeezing my breasts and tugging my nipples, wanting to wring every second dry. I pulled his hair, pressed his face against me, and rubbed myself against his tongue. He kept me there for several minutes, until I had to ask him to stop so I wouldn’t finish too soon.

“Mmm, keep doing that…” I whispered, then stopped him at once. “Come here, kiss me.”

He straightened up and we kissed like two accomplices, as if it were the last kiss of our lives. I felt completely in his mouth, my own taste mixed with his.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Do you only like watching, or are you planning to do something else?”

“I’m dying to know what it feels like inside you.”

“Green light. Go ahead and investigate.”

He lowered his pants and boxer briefs in one motion. He was hard and thick, with a red head and a drop glistening at the tip. The first comparison was unavoidable: he was thicker than Bruno, a little shorter, but with a curve that felt different. He pressed against me, grabbed my ass, kissed me hard, and made me feel his erection against my belly. He slid it between my legs several times, carefully rubbing it against my soaked pussy and stealing moans from me. The head struck my clitoris each time he moved back and forth. I took the opportunity to touch him: I gripped him, slowly pumped him, squeezing hard at the base and sliding the foreskin up and down. He was hard, hot, throbbing; I could feel the pulse in the vein underneath. I kissed one side of his neck, then the other, moved up his throat, and returned to his mouth. I had him exactly where I wanted him.

“Wait, let me put on a condom. I want you to be comfortable,” he said.

“I want you to give me everything, to make me beg you for more. Let me put it on you.”

I crouched in front of him, opened the wrapper with my teeth, and before putting on the condom, gave him one last dry blowjob. I took him all the way down, both hands braced on his thighs, swallowing what I knew would be my last suck of the night. I licked his balls and sucked one of them into my mouth. Then I slowly rolled the condom down over his cock, taking my time and fitting it snugly all the way to the base. I stood up again.

“You’re full of surprises,” he said, embracing me around the waist and pressing his mouth to my neck. He licked and kissed it, running his lips over it while he caressed me between the legs with his fingers, pushing two inside me and moving them in circles. I couldn’t stop moaning.

“Don’t leave marks on me, please. I love it, but don’t leave marks.”

“I love that you beg me. You have someone. I’m alone. Tonight, you’re mine.”

He took me by the thighs, lifted me to his waist—I clung to him with my legs—and pressed me against the wall. With one hand he guided himself, placed the head against the entrance to my pussy, and pressed. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds, long enough for him to register my face as he made the first push. He shoved all the way in at once, to the hilt, and I felt him opening me, filling me. A long, hoarse moan escaped me. He kissed me and began to move. Unhurried but relentless, he handled his hips beautifully. He went all the way in and came almost all the way out, again and again, letting me watch his cock disappear inside me and emerge gleaming, coated in my juices. With every passing minute I burned hotter and moaned louder, enjoying Bruno’s older brother and his desire to have me pinned against that wall.

He started gently, stimulating my neck, biting my shoulder, sucking my collarbone, and gradually increased the speed. He drove his whole hips into me, making me bounce against the wall. Every thrust pulled a different moan from me. I dug my nails into his back and ass, pulling him so he would fuck me harder. He seemed to get more excited with every moan, with every compliment that escaped me. “That’s it, give it to me like that, fuck me hard, give me all your cock,” I told him in his ear, and he let out a growl every time I talked dirty to him. He kept me like that for several minutes without slowing down, his hands buried in my buttocks, spreading them as he lifted and lowered me against his cock.

At one point he made me put my feet on the floor, perhaps tired from the position. I took the opportunity to kneel, remove the condom, and suck him again for a while, bare, with my mouth open and my tongue out. I sucked him while looking into his eyes, his cock sliding in and out between my lips, leaving strings of saliva hanging. I licked the head, spat on it, and sucked it again. Then I stood up and put a new condom on him myself, more slowly this time.

He tried to kiss me, but I dodged him to attack his neck. I licked and kissed it, then sank my teeth into one side and sucked his skin until the capillaries burst. I left a violet mark that wouldn’t fade for fifteen days. He complained and gave me a sharp smack on the ass that echoed through the patio, and we kissed lustfully. He turned me to face the wall, made me place my palms against the bricks, kicked my feet apart, and arched my back by pulling my hair. He gripped my hips and continued, harder and more determined this time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, just like his brother. His first thrust in that position drove all the way to the balls and tore a scream from me that I had to muffle against my own arm. The sound of every thrust bounced off the patio walls: his hips striking my ass, the wet squelch of my soaked pussy. He fucked me in and out at a brutal rhythm, gripping my hair with one hand and my hip with the other. He ran his thumb over my asshole and squeezed it without putting it in, just pressing, and that made me close my eyes and bite my lip until it bled. I felt the orgasm rising from the soles of my feet. I clenched all around his cock, trembling and moaning with my face pressed against the wall, and he took advantage of it to drive into me to the hilt while I convulsed.

His rhythm broke at the end with a hoarse groan. He pulled out, tore off the condom, and came across my lower back and ass, hot streams sliding over my skin. He shook out the last drops while pressing my head into the hollow of my spine. He left me gasping and agitated, my legs trembling and thoroughly satisfied. At least I had accomplished what I’d set out to do.

“You’re a machine, huh? You surprised me,” I said.

“You’re the best motivation a guy could have,” he replied.

He wiped my back with a handkerchief from his pocket. We straightened our clothes. Then he asked the question I hadn’t expected.

“Does Bruno do it better?”

“What?” I looked at him in confusion, with a nervous smile.

“Did you like this better, or the way my brother fucks you? I saw you two one night, kissing on a corner near the club. And another time in the plaza back here.”

“So this was deliberate. You came to sleep with me knowing about your brother.”

“Exactly. I wanted to know what it feels like. I’m the older brother, after all.”

“You’re a mess,” I said, but the idea, far from frightening me, turned me on again. I felt my pussy throbbing once more, still open, still hot. “Are you busy, or do you want to continue this somewhere private?”

“I’m up for whatever you say.”

We kissed. We went back inside the room and I locked the door. I wiped my face, reapplied my lipstick, and fixed my hair while he kept caressing me, slipping his hand beneath my skirt to check that I was still soaked. We returned to the party, which was already winding down: it was almost ten.

I went out into the courtyard to say hello and goodbye to my students. Bruno looked at me with fury painted across his eyes. I ignored him while his brother greeted him, and that was when Bruno noticed the violet mark on Tomás’s neck. I headed for the exit, and his brother followed me.

“I came on my motorcycle. If you want, I’ll take you wherever you say.”

“Of course. I love riding motorcycles.”

We climbed on and set off toward my house. I needed to continue that conversation in private—and something more. My phone vibrated nonstop: several messages from Bruno and quite a few missed calls. That night, for once, I had no intention of answering him.