Summer cottage season

My name is Artyom, and I'm twenty-nine. I'm an ordinary IT guy from Moscow who rented a huge two-story house in the Moscow region last summer to finally take a breather after endless deadlines. How did I end up pushing my wife toward my brother? It didn't happen overnight. It came together piece by piece, like code that only works when all the lines are in place. Back in college, I loved the dorm parties. They were always full of girls from good families—modest-looking, with pigtails and quiet laughter. During the day, they'd hold hands with their boyfriends, and at night, after a bottle or two, these same girls would end up in the common room and take whatever was offered. I didn't participate. I watched. And I remembered how their faces changed when they were taken hard and for real. That left a stronger impression on me than any sex I'd ever had. Vika and I met three years ago. She was twenty-five then. Petite, with a short haircut, big brown eyes, and a body that looked like it was sculpted specifically for my hands: small, firm breasts, a thin waist, and a round butt that still takes my breath away. She worked as a marketer in a small studio and loved comfort and peace. We rented this house for the whole summer—the forest was nearby, the river was ten minutes away, and there was a huge sauna in the yard. Perfect. Then Seryoga arrived for the weekend—my older brother, thirty-seven, a truck driver with strong hands and a voice that made windows rattle. Rough, straightforward, and always smelling of the road. He arrived in his truck, parked it by the gate, and immediately started making jokes that made Vika blush and look away. "So, sister-in-law, is your ass still as delicious?" he chuckled, slapping her thigh. I saw her squeeze her thighs. Her pupils darken. She laughed, but it was a nervous, excited laugh. I should have been jealous. Instead, my pants felt tight. On Saturday evening, I arranged everything myself. I said they needed a good steam bath after a week of heat. I brought beer, vodka, and shashlik. I turned the lights down low in the banya and lit the stove so it was hot and humid inside. Vika put on a short robe right next to her naked body—I saw her without even panties. Seryoga was already wearing just a towel, his muscles rippling under his skin. I sat with them for about twenty minutes, pouring drinks, joking, and then said I needed to check the server at home—an urgent bug, supposedly. "You're here without me, I'll be right back." They both nodded. I left, but not into the house. I stayed outside, by the slightly open window of the banya, and watched. I saw Seryoga immediately move closer. His huge hand land on her thigh. Vika first pulled away, then reached for him. The towel fell. I watched as my brother took my wife right there on the shelf—roughly at first, then even rougher. She moaned in a way she'd never moaned with me. He came inside her twice without pulling out. Then he flipped her over and entered her from behind. I saw everything. I only went into the house when they were already exhausted. I was sitting in the bedroom on the second floor, the lights off, just the moon shining through the window. A glass with the remains of whiskey in my hand. My heart was pounding. My dick had been hard for three hours now. She arrived forty minutes later. The door creaked softly. Vika entered, barefoot, her robe thrown on haphazardly, her hair wet and tangled. There were fresh hickeys on her neck, and thumbprints on her inner thighs. Her lips were swollen, her eyes half-closed. She smelled of sweat and the thick, heavy scent of semen. She stopped in the middle of the room. I stood up and walked closer. I slipped my hand under her robe. Her pussy was hot, swollen, and completely wet. Something thick and warm was trickling down her thighs—his sperm was spurting out of her. I ran my fingers along her entrance and felt her tremble. "Did he come inside you?" I asked quietly. Vika nodded without looking away. — Twice... He said that he wanted me to leave you pregnant with his child. I tore the robe from her shoulders. She stood before me naked, covered in the marks of his hands. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples hard. I pushed her face down on the bed, spread her legs, and entered in one motion. Her pussy was slippery, hot, and already well-developed. My cock slid easily in his sperm. Each thrust pushed it out, dripping down my balls and staining the sheets. Vika was moaning into the pillow. I leaned over and asked right in her ear: — Did you give it to her in the ass too? "Yes..." she breathed out. "He said that since I'm your wife, I should be able to take it there too... He has such a big..." I pulled out of her, placed the head of my cock against her anus, and entered slowly. Her ass was already completely open—hot, soft, without the slightest resistance. I fucked her long and deep, feeling everything inside me squelch from what my brother had left there. Vika herself pushed back, sobbing and repeating, "More... harder..." When I came, pouring my sperm over his, she was shaking all over.