The Remedy My Husband Invented for My Brother

The air in the billiards club hung heavy like a damp blanket, thick with stale smoke and the sharp crack of balls breaking apart. Bruno had three double whiskies in him and stared at the green baize as if searching it for an answer that never came. Adrián, his brother-in-law, watched him from the other side of the table with a kind of attention the younger man did not even suspect: the exact mixture of pity and calculation of someone who had already decided something.

—I swear to you, Adrián, I feel like a freak show —Bruno blurted out suddenly, slapping the cue down on the felt with a gesture of rage—. Everyone thinks this is a blessing. It isn’t. It’s a curse. Every woman I’ve ever slept with freaks out the second she sees my dick. They freeze up. They get scared, and that’s the end of it.

Adrián put a hand on his shoulder and listened without interrupting, like someone collecting ammunition.

—I’ve never put it all the way in anyone —the young man went on, his eyes glassy with alcohol—. Not once. The whores, the moment they see it out of my pants, tell me no, that that cock won’t go in even with liters of oil, that they don’t want to end up in urgent care with their pussy torn to pieces. I feel like a half-assed giant. Like no pussy in the world was made to swallow me.

Adrián felt a shiver at the memory of what he had seen that very afternoon, without his wife knowing: her wide hips spread open, her firm thighs swallowing the thick toy she kept hidden in the drawer, her pussy stretched beyond the possible, dripping around the silicone.

—Calm down, kid, don’t say that —he replied firmly—. Listen to me. The other day, in the bathroom, when I gave you a hand because you were dizzy, I saw what you’re packing. It floored me. But you’re no freak.

—You really saw it? —Bruno asked, almost ashamed.

—Did I ever. Hanging there like an arm, and you were soft too. And let me tell you something: it’s not that women don’t want it. It’s that you just haven’t found a real female yet. A grown woman, a woman with a body, with years, with the calm to know how to enjoy a cock like that. There are women who would give anything to feel that thickness splitting their pussy open. Women who wouldn’t be scared: they’d suck it hungry and ask for more.

The boy laughed without conviction and finished his drink. Adrián was thinking of Lorena, of her heavy breasts, of her pink areolas soaked with sweat after coming in gushes. He was thinking, above all, that she was, possibly, the only cunt capable of swallowing that beast and thanking it for the privilege.

—And you think someone like that exists? —Bruno insisted, with a spark of hope.

—I’m convinced of it. And she’s much closer than you imagine —Adrián answered, ordering another round while his mind was already laying out the whole plan.

***

—Tell me something —Adrián resumed, leaning on the cue with a smile of absolute complicity—. With that beast you’re carrying between your legs, what kind of woman do you dream about? What do you like for a real fuck?

Bruno sighed, took a long pull from his glass, and the drunk’s unfiltered honesty came out on its own.

—Well, if I’m honest… I like them big. Imposing, tall, with thick thighs that squeeze your waist hard when you sink your cock into them and an ass that fills your hands when you grab them. Wide hips, the kind where you know they won’t break when you shove the whole shaft in to the balls.

Adrián nodded, feeling the perverted thrill run up his back as he thought of who was waiting for him at home with her cunt still hot.

—And tits? —he goaded him, with a devilish glint.

—That’s what gets me the most —the boy said, warming up—. Big, natural tits, heavy, with volume. I dream about a chick with broad areolas and fat nipples that get hard just from looking at them, so I can suck them till they’re raw. And fucking them between the tits, choking my cock in all that flesh, until I come all over her neck. But I’ve never had any luck. I always end up with skinny girls who get scared the second I unzip. That’s why I feel like a weirdo.

Adrián let out a laugh thick with intent. The portrait was, point for point, his own wife.

—You’re no weirdo. You’re looking for a real female, one of the old kind —he said, patting him on the back—. And they exist. And they can take more than you think. My wife, for instance, has exactly the body you’re describing. Tits that bounce up to her face when she’s getting fucked, a wide cunt that swallows everything. Curves that would scare anyone who isn’t a fully formed man.

Bruno blushed and dropped his eyes to the floor, feeling his cock swell inside his jeans.

—Fuck, Adrián… don’t tell me that, you’re making me uncomfortable. But… yeah. You’re right. Your wife is exactly my ideal. Honestly, I don’t know how you keep your head on straight with her in the house.

Adrián smiled into his glass. It was exactly the answer he had come looking for.

***

He walked into the house with a grim face, pretending to carry a worry that bordered on tragedy. Lorena was waiting in the living room, wearing a silk nightdress that emphasized her curves and the pink of her cleavage, her skin still sensitive after the afternoon she had spent alone sliding the toy into herself until she’d come twice on the sofa.

—What’s wrong, love? You look awful —she asked, coming closer with a protective instinct.

He collapsed onto the sofa and took her hands.

—It’s your brother, darling. He’s left me wrecked —he began, his voice intentionally breaking—. He’s devastated. He confessed to me, almost in tears, that he feels like a freak. He says no woman wants him because of the size of his cock, that they all run the second they see it out of his pants.

Lorena’s eyes widened. A genuine stab of pity crossed her chest, and her breasts rose and fell with a sigh of anguish under the silk.

—Poor boy… I knew he was having a hard time, but not that he was suffering this much —she murmured, moved.

—It’s worse than you think —Adrián insisted, making it more serious with malice—. He told me he can’t find any meaning in life if he’s never going to fuck a woman who isn’t scared of his dick. I saw something in his eyes… It terrifies me that he might do something crazy. That he won’t be able to take so much loneliness and so much handmade redhead action anymore.

She brought her hands to her mouth, eyes shining with tears. Imagining her little brother sunk in such despair filled her with infinite pity.

—It can’t be… we have to do something! —she exclaimed, feeling affection and a new resolve mix inside her—. We can’t just leave him like that for something that isn’t his fault.

Adrián drew her to him. He felt her body tremble with emotion, and also how her nipples stood out hard through the silk. He knew he had touched exactly the right nerve: a woman with a huge heart, and a hungry cunt, compassion in the face of the suffering of a man everyone feared, except, perhaps, her.

***

Driven by anguish, Lorena grabbed her phone. Her breasts rose and fell under the silk as she dialed and tapped the video-call icon. The phone rang several times in absolute silence. At last the screen lit up.

Bruno’s face appeared, sweaty, disheveled, with a look of panic that came through the camera. He was in the dark, lit only by the glow of his own phone, and it was obvious he had just scrambled to sit up. Lorena understood, at that instant, that she had interrupted him jerking off, with his cock in his hand.

—Hello? Sister? Is something wrong? —he asked, voice cracked and breath uneven.

—Hi, sweetheart. I’m calling because I’ve noticed you’ve been off lately. How are you? —she said with infinite sweetness, letting the camera show the pink of her cleavage, the deep shadow between her breasts, and the breadth of her hips as she settled onto the sofa.

Bruno swallowed, unable to look away. His gaze slipped involuntarily to the two heavy breasts nearly spilling from her nightdress, and he felt his cock, already hard, lash brutally against the duvet. Adrián, off camera, held his breath.

—Fine, fine… Did you talk to your husband? Did he tell you anything about this afternoon? —the boy asked, his heart in his throat, fearing the secret had blown up.

Following the game her husband had set in motion, she lied calmly.

—No, why? He told me you were playing pool and that’s about it. Did something happen?

A sigh of physical relief was heard. Bruno relaxed against the pillow, though his gaze remained fixed on his sister’s cleavage through the screen, and his right hand went back on its own under the sheet, closing around the rock-hard thickness of his shaft.

—No, nothing… I drank too much. Don’t worry.

—Listen to me carefully —said Lorena, fixing her eyes on his—. Promise me that whatever you need, you’ll call me. I don’t want you ever feeling alone. Do you understand? Never. You’ve got me for anything.

The young man nodded in silence, moved and leaking from his cock in equal measure at the offer of that woman who now seemed capable of anything, even opening her legs for him.

***

As soon as she hung up, Adrián stepped out of the dimness where he had watched the whole scene with heavy breathing and a noticeable bulge in his crotch. His eyes shone with pride and with something darker.

—You’ve left me speechless, love —he whispered, looping his hands around her neck—. Taking care of him like that, knowing he was jerking off while he watched your tits… it’s the most incredible thing I’ve seen in thirty years. But now I can’t take it anymore. After everything we’ve talked about, I’m dying to see you with the substitute right here in front of me, opening your cunt wide open.

She let out a nervous laugh and felt her thighs clench on their own, her cunt already soaking the silk.

—Here? Now? —she asked, though her hand was already instinctively reaching for the drawer.

—Right here. I want you to prove to me live that that cock is nothing to a female like you. I want to see your cunt open to the limit, until it swallows the whole toy. Show me what you’re made of, bitch.

Lorena stood up with slow provocation. She let the nightdress fall to the floor and revealed her whole body: the wide curve of her hips, her soft belly, the shaved triangle shining with wetness, the heavy tits hanging with their natural weight and the pink areolas hardened by the cold and excitement, the nipples so hard they looked like two fat rubber caps pointing at the ceiling. She took the toy, a silicone dildo with a head as thick as the beast they had talked so much about, and looked at her husband defiantly.

—Wait… let me get ready —she whispered, sitting on the edge of the sofa and opening her hips wide to give her husband a privileged view of her pink, glistening cunt—. I need to lube up properly before I try to put something like that in me.

She put two fingers in her mouth, slowly coated them with saliva, and brought them down to her clit. She started rubbing it in slow circles while with her other hand she squeezed a breast, pulling the nipple until it grew long and purple. Her cunt lips began to swell, opening on their own like a fleshy flower, and a thick stream of arousal started running down to her asshole. She pushed one finger in, then two, searching for the spot inside, and felt the flesh throb around them.

—I’m dripping, darling… look at my cunt, look how it opens for me —she panted, parting the lips with two fingers so Adrián could see the pink, pulsing inside.

But minutes passed and, even though her cunt was already dripping onto the sofa, the size of the toy still commanded respect. Adrián noticed that last barrier and knew how to break it.

—You’re missing the real stimulus, love —he said, picking up the TV remote—. I’m going to put your brother’s cock photo on the big screen. I took it this afternoon in the bathroom, while he was out cold from the booze. I want you to see it there, huge, filling everything. I want you to touch your cunt while looking at it.

—No! God, how embarrassing! —she cried, covering her face, though her hand did not stop moving between her legs—. I feel so sorry for him… it’s my brother’s cock. I can’t look at it like that.

—Look at it, darling. Look at that thickness, that beast only you can tame with your cunt —he insisted, while the image filled the screen with every vein clear, the swollen purple glans, the heavy balls hanging beneath—. Do it for him. So he knows his sister is the only bitch in the world capable of sucking it all the way down.

She moved her hands away and stared at the television. Seeing that size in high definition was the trigger. Her fingers began to work furiously over her clit. She slipped one finger into her cunt, then two, then three, moving them fast, curling them to hit her G-spot, while her breasts bounced wildly against her chest, rising and falling heavy, with the areolas shrinking into pink craters around the erect nipples.

—Oh God… it’s so big, so thick! —she moaned, losing control, splashing with all three fingers inside her soaking cunt—. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life! I’m coming just from looking at it!

A violent spasm shook her thighs and, after a few seconds of maximum tension, she burst into a loud orgasm that drenched her fingers, her hand, and the sofa, with her brother’s cock presiding over the living room like a forbidden totem. She pulled out her fingers dripping with a whitish, thick flow, brought them to her mouth without thinking, and sucked them one by one, never taking her eyes off the screen.

—You taste like a hot female, bitch —growled Adrián, his own cock already out of his pants, tugging it slowly as he watched her—. Now take the toy. Put it in. Show me how your brother fucks you.

***

Still throbbing, Lorena took the toy with trembling hands. She brought it first to her mouth and started sucking it slowly, coating it completely, soaking it with thick saliva that ran down her chin and fell between her breasts. She gagged when she tried to take it all the way down, making noisy retches, her throat opening to swallow that impossible thickness. She pulled away with tear-filled eyes, breathed, and then swallowed it again to the base, leaving the silicone shining with spit.

—That’s how a woman sucks a real man —murmured Adrián, jerking his cock harder—. Hungry. Now open your cunt and sit it on it.

She reclined on the sofa, lifted her legs, and held them tight against her chest, leaving her swollen cunt and open asshole on full display. She spread herself with two fingers, brought the thick tip of the dildo close, and pushed slowly.

—Slowly, love… feel how it stretches your cunt —Adrián whispered in her ear while filming with his phone, focusing on how the pink lips stretched to the limit around the silicone—. Imagine it’s your brother, finally finding the only cunt capable of taking him. Imagine what he has always secretly dreamed of: burying it to the balls.

She let out a deep, guttural moan and squeezed her eyes shut as the toy advanced centimeter by centimeter, opening her from the inside, pushing the walls of her cunt apart. Her hips rocked with agonizing slowness, rising and falling, trying to swallow a little more each time. Feeling that real bulk, so similar to the one in the image, dragged her into a trance.

—It’s just… too wide… it fills my whole cunt —she babbled, her breasts rising and falling frantically, nipples pointed at the ceiling—. I feel like it’s going to split me in two… oh God, I can’t take it, it’s my brother’s cock opening my cunt!

She reached the bottom. The base of the toy pressed against her perineum, and Lorena’s belly swelled slightly from the internal pressure. She stayed like that for a few seconds, mouth open, eyes rolled back, impaled to the hilt. Then she began moving her hips in circles, grinding her cunt against the silicone, feeling how the fat tip knocked against her cervix.

—Fuck yourself, bitch, fuck yourself like he would fuck you —Adrián growled, tugging his own cock furiously beside her—. Let me hear it slapping wetly.

And it could be heard. Every time she raised and lowered her hips, her soaked cunt made an obscene sound, a wet slapping that filled the living room, mixed with the dull thuds of her tits against her chest. She pulled the toy out, shining with thick fluid, and shoved it back in with a thrust, moaning higher and higher, rougher and rougher.

Adrián kept pushing her with his voice.

—Look at it on the screen! It’s your brother’s cock! Feel how your own blood puts it all the way in your cunt!

That phrase was the final trigger. She buried the toy in one decisive motion, without stopping, to the base, and started pumping it with both hands, like an animal possessed. Her thighs went rigid as stone, her toes curled, and her body arched in a violent spasm. For the second time that day, a jet shot out from inside her, a transparent geyser that soaked the toy, her hand, the sofa, and even the rug. Her cunt trembled, clenched and released, clenched and released again, gushing uncontrollably while she screamed with a broken throat.

—I’m coming, I’m coming with my brother’s cock inside me! Oh God, I’m taking it all, I can take it all!

Adrián couldn’t hold back any longer. He came up to her face with his cock in his hand and fired a thick stream of semen that fell from her forehead to her chin, crossing one eye and dangling from her lip. Another stream landed between her breasts, sliding heavily down the right areola until it disappeared into the erect nipple. She stuck out her tongue without opening her eyes, catching what fell into her mouth, and swallowed what she could with a slow smile.

She remained arched, the toy still lodged in her cunt and her eyes half-closed, while Adrián stared in disbelief at his wife of thirty years’ fidelity turned into pure electricity, her face smeared with cum, her tits painted white.

—Again! You did it again! —he exclaimed, dropping the phone to embrace her—. I’ve never seen you like this. Your brother has awakened something in you that can’t be undone. You’ve got a slut’s cunt now.

She, catching her breath, slowly pulled the toy out with a wet pop and set it on her belly, gleaming with fluid. She could only look at it with a smile of incredulous satisfaction, running one finger over her cheek to gather the semen hanging there and bringing it to her mouth, still unable to quite believe what her own body was capable of, or the filthy things coming out of her mouth.

***

Later, once she had composed herself, Lorena covered up with her robe while Adrián replayed the video on his phone, a spark of triumph in his eyes.

—Look at this, love… it’s pure art —he said, his voice loaded with perversion—. You can see your cunt opening all the way, like a plate. I can’t keep it to myself. I have to show him.

She shrugged, feeling the blush climb her back, though between her legs she could feel her cunt still throbbing just from thinking about it.

—No, please! I’d die of embarrassment if he saw me like that, with my fingers inside and my tits out… he’s my brother. And with his cock on the screen behind me, too. Our daughters are already married, they’re grown women… and he seems from his generation. I feel like a slut, a sinner, just imagining him jerking off while watching me open for him.

Adrián took her by the waist, enjoying the conflict tightening her, slipping one hand under her robe to pinch a nipple still sensitive.

—That’s why it’s so powerful —he whispered, lowering his voice—. Your daughters have their lives. But you’re the matriarch of this family, the imposing female, the one with the wide cunt and the big tits. Let him see his older sister opening like that, swallowing that beast whole while thinking of him… it’s the definitive cure for his despair. He’ll have a hard-on forever.

Lorena closed her eyes. The image of her daughters and that of her brother mixed with the image of the huge toy disappearing into her cunt, and she felt her sex growing wet again beneath the robe.

—It’s madness… it makes me feel intense and forbidden at the same time —she confessed, resting her head on his shoulder and rubbing her legs together to soothe the sting—. But knowing I can rescue him from loneliness, that I can give him my cunt and calm that cock nobody can handle, gives me a shiver I can’t describe. Fine… we’ll wait until he comes for dinner. But promise me you’ll handle everything. Make it look like it was my mistake, that I leave the phone open on the table and he sees it by accident. Let it be him who decides what to do after seeing me like that, with my legs open and his cock on the screen.

—I promise. It’ll be our little family experiment —Adrián concluded, sealing the pact with a kiss on her neck and another pinch to her nipple, already savoring the most explosive dinner of his thirty-year marriage, imagining his brother-in-law burying it to the balls in Lorena over the tablecloth, and her screaming with pleasure, begging for more.