My boyfriend, Noah, says I’m a gem of a girlfriend because I’m always happy to join his family for vacations at their lake house. He says my face glows throughout our whole stay. But he doesn’t know the reason behind my radiant bliss!

Noah is particularly supportive of my close relationship with his brother, Liam. Noah loves that he can leave me back at the house with his sibling. He knows I’m perfectly content to wait for him to return from whatever adventure he’s embroiled in with the rest of the clan. And Liam always says he’s happy to spend time with his future sister-in-law.

Liam and I play it cool in the company of others. But at every getaway, we’re both champing at the bit to be alone together.

I told myself that my first time hooking up with Liam would be my last. Yet, I found myself in the arms of my “brother-in-law” again and again.

Recently, our lust for one another reached a fever pitch. It was becoming harder to keep our hands to ourselves — even in the presence of others. It got to the point that I was inventing excuses for Noah to empty the house of relatives, leaving behind me and Liam. We assured everyone we were only too happy to stay at the house together and prepare the next meal for the family.

Honestly, it’s a shock even to me that we’ve been getting away with this. Noah — sweet, trusting Noah. He kisses me and never questions why I might taste a bit different — even if I’d just guzzled his brother’s come inside the walk-in linen closet.

That linen closet is our favorite place to frolic. It sits tucked away at the very end of the top-floor hallway, away from prying eyes and ears. It’s the perfect location to enjoy clandestine moments — whether or not we’re home alone.

Not long ago, I was wandering down that very hallway, biding my time as I waited for Noah and the rest of the crew to head out for the afternoon. The second I heard the screen door slam shut downstairs, Liam’s large hand reached out from behind the door and quickly pulled me inside the closet.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Liam said, his voice a hot whisper filled with longing.

His breathing was already labored, as though having to wait for my body caused him unbearable anguish. He scraped his teeth along my collarbone and nibbled his way up my neck to nip the tender patch of flesh behind my earlobe.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded.

As he spoke, a hot puff of air caressed my neck, the sensation heating me through and through.

“Oh Liam, I want you,” I moaned. “How I want you!”

I hooked one leg around him, struggling to bring my aching cunt closer to the bulge growing inside his pants. I bucked and rolled my hips, causing our bodies to repeatedly collide. Each rhythmic motion gave me a delicious dose of friction exactly where I needed it most. My thin sundress did little to dull the sensations.

“Oh Liam, I want you,” I repeated. “I want you more than anything.”

The air was thick with our increasing arousal. It was as if we were both drugged by our lust.

I was dry-humping Liam’s leg like a lovesick teenager. But that wouldn’t last for long because we both needed more.

“Thank God for sundresses,” my lover whispered.

Dresses were all I ever wore around Liam, if I could help it. Accessibility is key because I live for quick fucks.

Liam’s rough fingers skimmed along my naked thigh. They were so different from Noah’s delicate digits. Liam had the hands — and the strength — of a blue-collar man, and that never failed to turn me on.

He grabbed my ass and ground his body against mine. I felt his erection growing even larger. Leaning in, he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently. In the back of my mind, I acknowledged the move was a risky one. Swollen, bruised lips would surely be noticed by someone in the family. They’d also raise extra questions because gentle Noah isn’t the type of guy to get rough with a lady.

But secreted away in the spacious closet with Liam, I still couldn’t bring myself to truly care about potential consequences. His nipping teeth sent jolts of pleasure shooting straight to my cunt, and his lips felt so good against my own.

When the two of us are alone, the rest of the world simply fades away.

Liam pulled a pile of bath towels off the shelf and placed them on the floor. He scooped me up and swiftly sat my bare ass atop the fluffy pile of terry cloth.

I reclined, lifting my dress and giving him a good view of my naked pussy.

“Well, well, well. No panties, I see,” he said approvingly.

“They only get in the way,” I joked.

He brought his lips to mine and delivered a deep, probing kiss that made me tingle all the way to my toes. Our smooch was passionate yet tender, a raw expression of Liam’s desire.

I sighed into the kiss, and the exclamation parted my lips even more. My insatiable lover kissed me like a man returning home from war. I felt as if I was all he thought about and craved. Then again, he did have to watch me sit at the breakfast table with his brother, biding his time until it was his turn to touch me.

All that waiting seemed to spice things up for us. Liam didn’t want to squander a single second. He seized every opportunity to caress me. Some part of Liam was always touching my skin — either his wandering hands or mouth — and that suited me just fine. For a man who didn’t talk much outside of the bedroom, he sure did have a way with his tongue!

Soon his kisses traveled south on a meandering journey toward my promised land. He tugged the thin straps of my dress over my shoulders and pulled down my bodice to expose my breasts.

Liam raked his teeth down my neck and continued downward. His path took him down into the valley between my breasts. He turned his head from side to side, peppering my mountains with kisses.

He grabbed my tits roughly, taking one breast in each hand. He kneaded my supple flesh, thoroughly massaging my boobs. My nipples must have been too tempting to resist because he nipped one while he pinched the other throbbing bud between a thumb and finger. He tweaked my twin peaks with tempered strength, yet he still elicited dual bursts of sharp, sweet pain which reverberated throughout my body.

“Oh God! Yes!” I groaned. I pressed my breasts toward Liam’s hands and mouth, eager for more of everything he was giving me. “Don’t stop!” I ordered.

Overcome with lust, I squirmed wildly. Liam’s free hand wandered down to my pussy. As he tongued my nipples, his fingers slipped and slid in the glorious nectar pooling between my labia. He smeared the slippery liquid up and over my clit, drawing delicious circles atop my swollen button.

I lifted my hips, begging him with my body to penetrate me with his stout fingers. My cunt was absolutely aching for him, and I wriggled in desperation.

Liam, bless him, knew exactly what I wanted — and he delivered. He massaged my pussy hole teasingly as if preparing me for his entry, even though we both knew I was primed for him to take me. Then without warning, he swiftly plunged his digits deep into my snatch.

I rocked hips as he finger-banged my box. It was a tight fit. I felt every joint in his fingers. Their subtle bumps and ridges gently massaged the rippling walls of my cunt like a knobby dildo built for my pleasure.

I was stuffed, yet I still needed more. My pulsing clit demanded his flicking tongue, and I impatiently told him so with a loud shout.

Fortunately for us, the house was empty. I’d forgotten where we were, and I would have definitely given us away under different circumstances. All I cared about at that moment was me, Liam, and how many orgasms he’d be able to give me.

I placed a hand on Liam’s head and pushed him down, urging him to nestle his ruggedly handsome face between my thighs.

Despite my insistent hand, Liam took his time sliding down my writhing body. The tease deliberately rained soft kisses all over my abdomen. He even stopped to tickle my navel by dipping his tongue into it on his way to my snatch.

When his lips finally did reach my aroused clit, I literally sang with gratitude. It was the most melodic moan I’ve ever uttered in my life, and it was all thanks to hot, forbidden sex with my boyfriend’s hunky brother.

Liam smoothed his tongue over my clit, producing an instant burst of pleasure for me. He continued plundering my pussy with his fingers as he tongued my button. Then just to torment me further, he withdrew his fingers and wiggled his tongue into my cunt. The way he angled his head allowed the tip of his nose to brush against my clit, while he tongue-fucked the hell out of my pussy.

I was squirming crazily, being driven to distraction by my hunger for him. My entire pelvis was abuzz with sensations, which were rapidly reverberating throughout my body. As much as I was enjoying myself, I needed more from Liam, and my cravings were no secret to him.

I cried out my lover’s name, bucking my hips impatiently. His dick hadn’t even entered the equation. But already I felt the telltale signs of an orgasm building inside me. Tendrils of pleasure unfurled beneath my skin, setting my nerves alight with the promise of an epic release. But my climactic triumph was not yet to be.

Liam eased his tongue from my cunt. I felt so empty that I lost my damn mind. My overexcited pussy seemed to be leaking copious amounts of juice, which trickled down my crotch and into my crack. I had no doubt it was also perfuming the towel directly beneath me.

I certainly wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. No, I wanted Liam’s dick, and I wanted it as soon as possible.

“Give me your cock! Give it to me Liam!” I boldly demanded.

While I felt like I was on fire, my partner in crime appeared cool and collected — aside from the bulge in his pants.

“Relax, baby” he said teasingly. I could tell from the sound of his voice — and the pleased look on his face — that he was enjoying my hyper-aroused state.

“You know I’ll fuck you. But you’ve got to keep quiet, OK?” He reached over me and snagged a washcloth from a nearby shelf. “Open wide.”

Of course, I did as he asked. I would have done anything to keep the pleasure coming.

Liam tucked the terry cloth fabric between my lips. He chucked me under my chin and said, “That’ll keep you quiet. Don’t want you to shout and alert the neighbors. We can’t be getting caught now, can we?”

Though his family wasn’t there, they could return at any minute. Even worse, there was another house nearby, which was owned by a pair of nosy busybodies. They would be only too happy to tell Liam’s family they’d heard a woman orgasmically shouting. And how would we explain that?

I do love to express my gratitude for his sexual skills, but it wouldn’t do to take the risk and blow our cover. I swallowed my pride and kept that washcloth inside my mouth, while I waited for Liam to sink his dick inside me.

Liam kissed my forehead gently and opened his pants. He wore no underwear, and his erection immediately sprang out. He pushed his pants down his thighs. Next, he slipped his hands under my butt and lifted me up. The booty boost raised me just high enough, allowing the tip of his dick to find the opening of my pussy.

I sighed, and my thighs fell open. The inviting gesture allowed Liam to drive his dick inside my tunnel as fast as he could. He plunged his cock into me, and the penetration was heavenly.

I couldn’t express myself vocally, but I didn’t allow that to stop me from spurring on Liam. Throwing caution to the wind, I raked my fingernails down his back, ignoring the fact that I might leave noticeable marks. Besides, if Liam was that worried about someone seeing his scratched back, he could keep his shirt on until the lines faded.

I locked my ankles at the small of his back and used every ounce of strength in my core to match the rhythm he set with his pistoning hips. I slammed my pussy against his pelvis, taking the man for all he was worth and then some. I fucked him so hard his balls tapped my taint, the hair on his sac tickling my sensitive skin.

In the midst of full-on fucking, Liam began to show signs of losing his cool. He tossed his head back and opened his mouth wide, but no sound escaped. It was clear he wanted to howl with pleasure and let go. But even in the throes of ecstasy, he maintained a measure of control.

On a different front, I found Liam’s command and discipline incredibly sexy. No matter how intense the spasms in his own loins might be, he always operated on a strict “ladies first” policy and wanted me to come before him — and boy, did I love it!

That day was no different. Even through the haze of my own arousal, I noticed Liam’s tight jaw and gritted teeth. He was dangerously close to orgasmically exploding.

I plunged a finger below my gag and into my mouth, swabbing every inch of it with my tongue. After my digit was completely drenched, I moved it down between our bodies and brought it to my swollen clit.

Although the washcloth absorbed most of my loud moan, I still heard a faint mew.

When the next moan threatened to rumble forth, I held it in check. I was desperate to satisfy Liam’s request for quiet — as difficult as that was for me. However, my efforts served me well. Swallowing my sounds of pleasure seemed to amplify my rapidly approaching orgasm. Waves of erotic energy washed over me. My excited flesh tingled as if a shower of sparks was raining down on me.

As my climax ebbed, I abandoned my snatch and gripped Liam’s shoulders. My fingers clutched him tightly. Despite my orgasm, the tension in my muscles once again grew. My cunt walls spasmed with gentle ripples, which rapidly intensified. The rhythmic pulsing in my pussy was picking up speed. It was building to a frenetic pace that left me teetering on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm. I was seconds away from falling to pieces, and I could tell Liam felt the same way.

Another jolt of pleasure rocked me to my core, and I clutched the towels beneath me. I twisted them in my fingers as if they could keep me grounded.

When I fell into the orgasmic abyss, I pulled Liam down with me. For the first time that afternoon, his command over his behavior slipped. He let out a growl that shook the rafters. He pulled his dick out of my pussy and erupted like a bottle of champagne that had popped its cork. He jetted his come over my tummy and tits, coating me with his sticky cream.

After that, time sort of blurred for me. I’m sure it was mere minutes before I came to my senses, but in my love-drunk stupor, it might as well have been days.

Eventually, my eyes fluttered open. I saw Liam standing over me with a big smile on his face. His fingers grazed my lips as he took hold of the washcloth and tugged it free from my mouth.

I licked my parched lips to soothe them, then I reached out so Liam could help me up. I probably could have stood just fine without him, even though the orgasms he triggered left my legs shaky. But I liked having my hands on him when we were alone because that was no longer an option once everyone returned.

My dashing gentleman got me to my feet. He placed one hand on my shoulder to steady me, then he righted the straps of my sundress and hid my breasts from view.

“Goodbye, my lovelies,” he jokingly said to my tits.

He placed a kiss on each breast through my clothing and made sure the rest of my dress was smoothed out and somewhat respectable-looking.

I saw his eyes drift toward the mess of towels on the floor.

“Well, aren’t you the little gusher!” he said.

I looked closer and was a little stunned. My pussy must’ve been flowing like a faucet because the towels looked damp and matted with my honey.

Liam scooped up the wet towels. I noticed he was still clutching the washcloth gag in his hand.

“Throwing those in the wash?” I asked.

“Not yet. I’ll use them after my shower.” A sly grin lifted the corners of his lips as he continued, “That way I’ll be able to smell you on me — even after I’m clean.”

Liam leaned in and pinned me to the wall with one final searing kiss, then he cracked the closet door and slipped out into the hall, leaving me alone to daydream about our next encounter.