My brother has a pretty serious drinking problem. He's married and has a couple of kids. It used to be only weekends he would get pretty hammered, but the last year it has carried into the weekdays also. His wife Marla would call me up asking if I would come over and calm my brother down, he would be pissed at someone or something. I would go over, but it was a waste of time. The only thing to hope for that he would pass out in the chair at some point.

About a month ago there was a knock on my door about 1am. I was surprised to see Marla at the door with her two small kids. Of course I let them in and Marla told me my brother started to act a bit violent. He hadn't hit anyone yet, but she wasn't going to wait around to see if it would happen.

So we put the kids to bed in my spare bedroom and I let Marla have my bed. Lucky for me my sofa was just as comfy as my bed because I would have several more nights sleeping on it over the next few months for the same reason.

Of course I went to have a talk to my brother, which I knew going in was a big waste of time for me. Our parents had problems with alcohol and they never thought they had a drinking problem either. The conversation went about the way I thought it would, my brother telling me I should mind my own business.

About three weeks later there was the knock on the door again very late, obviously I had the idea who it was before I opened the door. Once again Marla put the kids to bed and I grabbed my extra blanket and pillow for the sofa.

Marla felt badly about it, and she was crying that she didn't know what she should do? I gave her a hug and it lingered for several moments. Once she had calmed down a bit, she pulled away and smiled at me. I waited until Marla was in my bedroom before I turned out the rest of the lights. I got comfy on the sofa and I was asleep in no time.

At some point I had the sensation of movement, weight being against me. Before I was even awake I could smell lavender, fresh and clean scent. As I opened my eyes I could barely make out the figure that appeared to be almost on top of me. It was Marla, she was partially on the sofa and she leaned over and kissed me in the darkness.

I wasn't awake enough to resist her mouth on mine, maybe I'm using that as an excuse? All I know I didn't try to push her away when I should have. She was after all my brother's wife and this was wrong anyway you looked at it.

Our tongues melded together and Marla's petite body was now on top of mine, the longer we kissed the more our bodies began to respond. I felt my cock getting hard, and I knew Marla could feel it pressing against her. Marla's body squirmed on top of me and our mouths were almost glued together in a passionate kiss.

When I knew we had reached the point of no return, I sat up and took Marla by the hand. If we were going to finish this, it was going to be in the comfort of my bed. The bedroom was dark but a street lamp from outside gave us barely enough light to see each other. I watched Marla slip out of her flimsy camisole and crawl onto the bed. I had been wearing sweat pants and slid them off quickly.

I climbed on top of Marla this time, putting my mouth on her own. The kiss was hot and our tongues probed each others mouth with hunger. My cock was steel hard now and pressed it against her pelvic area, Marla squirmed against me, I could tell she felt my hardness also.

I pulled my mouth away and knelt between her shapely legs, Marla lifted her legs and spread them apart for me. Maybe it was rushed, more foreplay would have been nice for us both. Now was not the time for it, we both seemed to understand that.

Marla was hot wet when I put the head of my cock inside of her. She was more than ready, her body ached for this as much as my own I'm sure. I entered her completely, going base deep with the initial thrust. I felt her legs around my waist almost instantly, a strange wave of erotic excitement took over.

I tried to be quiet, but the pleasure of being inside Marla was overwhelming. I began to thrust my hips harder and faster. Marla began to moan with her own gratification, and her soft sounds of arousal only spurred me on.

I cupped her perky breasts and squeezed them, Marla moaned rather loudly. I got bold and pinched her nipples rather hard, her body jerked underneath me and she climaxed. I began to thrust into Marla even harder, she took me willingly.

I leaned forward and our mouths attached once again, kissing her as my hips slammed into her loins with fever. Marla was drenched inside, she had already cum several times. I felt the sensation of my own release getting near, pumping faster and harder if that was even possible

Marla could tell I was getting close, she whispered "not inside" as I continued to thrust madly into her. Minutes later I was there, the moment you know you can't stop from what's about to happen.

It took all my will to pull my throbbing cock out of Marla, the pleasure was so good I didn't want to stop. I had just barely made it, my cock going into spams and the warm cum jetting out all over the outside of Marla's pussy. I knelt up slightly between her legs as the rest of my cum sprinkled Marla's belly. Slowly I stroked my slick cock in the darkness, trying to get the last moments of pleasure from within.

We lay in my bed side by side a short time later, both of us still breathing hard. I don't know what Marla was thinking, but I was thinking I should feel like a jerk for what I allowed to happen. The sad truth is I don't feel bad or guilt for fucking my brother's wife. I tried to help him but he refused, I know that's no excuse either but just how I feel about it.....