[Countrylivin]

Conclusion.

So by now my brother was passed out. My wife and I had caught a second wind. The chairs we were using were not conducive to passing out sleeping with no arms. All I could find was folding lawn chairs. We moved him into one. In this process my wife had her tits all over his arm. I joked and said can you get more titty on him. She said, I sure can. We laughed. He slept through the move. I had the fire going big again.

My wife and I started discussing the evening and night. Skipping a lot of followup details, I will hit the highlights. She admitted that sex in front of my brother was somewhat a setup. The first lap dance was supposed to turn into it but she chickened out thinking I was not drunk enough. During a time I was away my brother suggested it. She went way back in the texting with my brother and read me all. He had sent her several pictures she showed but she had not returned the favor. He essentially was begging and promising throughout. Using statements like, I've seen everything, send one. I've touched, send one. What if I get my brother to agree. It was a lot of begging. They discussed a lot of fantasy. Most of his sexlife description was pretty sad. I don't know what it would be like with a happy home life but unhappy sex life.

We talked about his thumbing her side tit and nipple. She was fifty/fifty if he knew what he was doing. After I told her my observations and his dick getting hard it was one hundred percent. She told me he stumbled on purpose when I was relieving myself at the tree and got a hand full of squeezing tit. He apologized before she could say anything. I laughed. We discussed touching. The summary was same as before. Since I do not care that Xavier and now my brother have done so neither does she. It is a game to her. She knows they want to. She knows how much teasing to get them and its always on her terms. She enjoys the chase as much as the reaction after. Listening to her texting Xavier and my brother it's easy to see. She read me some Xavier texting and she showed me several pictures she sent him and some he sent. Again she would make him go through a process before relenting. Xavier tells me each time. Mostly after he has used the photo. Xavier is to the point of asking for specific poses. Her excuse is they are both safe and would never cross me or her.

I remember a question from someone on this site about dad. I said well you can not get any safer than dad. She laughed and said she keeps teasing to a minimum with him. She's afraid he will take it wrong and get mad.

We got back into her recollection of the story. She had started drinking heavily after he was out. Three drinks in and she's drunk. I had swapped to water but still feeling no pain. Out of nowhere she smiled and said, I should get some pictures of him to use. I said use how. Still with that devious drunk smile she said, when we are texting. After a fun discussion I made sure she was aware of her plan. She was. As for me, I love my brother but I'm always good to let him be the butt of any pranks or jokes. She went inside to get her cell phone. I watched her drunk walk there and back enjoying her tits bouncing on the return.

She took several pictures as he was. She then put my hat on his head to give it a more awake look. She deleted all but one wearing the hat. She then got a leaf. She moved his dick onto his balls and placed the leaf. Returning to delete all but the one she liked. Not to go into every prop but she used a bottle rocket, a cup, PVC tube. I'm sitting there watching her adjust his dick with each prop and reposition the dick after a picture. By the end of the props we are looking at seven or eight of the ones she kept laughing. The best was a ribbon tied into a bow on his dick. I said, do you realize you just handled his dick thirty or forty times. Her casual response was, so what, he was touching my nipple for twenty minutes. Touche'. Another good one was where she managed to get his dick in his hand and eventually stay.

We are siting laughing at the pictures and my wife telling me scenarios of when she could use one in texting. I said, but you are not in the pictures. She was drunk and not comprehending. I said what about you in a few. She sat there quietly. I'm thinking I overstepped. After a pause, I said, I was just thinking he wouldn't expect that when he asked. She looked at me smiling. She asked, so you wouldn't mind. My response was I thought we covered that. This caused a discussion. She brought up different poses of her in a picture with him and others with him touching. I just told her to tell me what to take and I will.

Started out with her standing behind him tits over his head with her smiling. She reviewed and kept the one she liked. She removed her leggings. She sat on her knees between his legs. Face inches from his dick making different faces. She is laughing choosing the best. Same position, she's holding his limp dick up making a face. She sat naked across his lap, his hand on her thigh, her arm up making a face like she's screaming. I said, now lay across like you are getting spanked. She formed a bridge over his legs holding herself up but resting on his lap. I put one hand on her back and the other on her ass. She looks at me with a crying face I take pictures. I have her hold the position to adjust his hand to appear more than one spank. One hand higher her back and he other I move back to her lower cheek. She starts to giggling as I step back. I ask what. She said you put his fingers on my pussy. I look and his fingers were. I moved it up on the cheek and took pictures. We sit laughing going through all. I said, you better not lose your phone. She laughed.

After pausing she asked if she could do another. I asked what. She said me sitting beside him his hand touching me. I asked if she really wanted too. She said, why not, he has no idea. I laughed out loud. I told her, you do what you want, I'm the photographer. Here's where she took control.

She moved a chair beside his. She adjusted his position and hers sitting legs open then readjusting. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy. His palm on her mound his fingers hanging down her lips and slit. I took pictures. She said, get closer. She took his fingers and after a solid thirty seconds was able to keep two on one side, one down her slit the other on the other side. I took pictures. She stood and we reviewed. She deleted keeping one of each. I said, do you realize my brother just got almost a full two minutes of pussy play on my wife. She smiled and said, no he didn't, your brothers passed out. His hand got two minutes of play. I couldn't debate that. She asked if I was OK. Absolutely.

She's quietly sitting reviewing her shots. I walk over and aggressively shake him. He somewhat comes to life. Eyes open, mumbling. I ask you ready. His heads on a swivel. He mumbled something and out. I said well when the fires low we will carry him in. My wife's looking at me. She asked, do you think he will remember that. I laugh and say absolutely not why. She's smiling. She showed me the two pictures. He was definitely passed out and she's smiling with his hand on her pussy. She said what if I delete this do it again but I act passed out and you take the picture after waking him. I agreed. She got in position. She placed his hand on her pussy, palm on mound fingers hanging down. I wake him. He moved his hand, out again. I said hold his arm. She got his hand in place, legs wide, just before I went to wake him she said look. His fingers were moving slowly pressing into her pussy. She whispered, is he awake, I moved his head, no. After a few seconds they stopped. I whispered we should wait longer. For the next few minutes we are looking at his fingers for any movement. None. She puts her head to her shoulder acting asleep holding his arm just below his underarm her other hanging to her side. I shake his knee nothing but some movement. I shake it again, slight movement but nothing. I shake it more vigorously, he lifts his head eyes open mumbling. I sit back on the ground taking pictures. He's mumbling and head flopping then out. She opens her eyes wide lifting her head. I hold up a finger to say wait. His fingers are moving. More like gripping her pussy, not gently. After another minute or so he stops and out. She got up.

We reviewed the pictures. I was steady tapping the screen. There must have been twenty pictures. She went through all eventually keeping one. She proceeded to tell me about all the movement. Each time I shook his hand started working. She asked me if he knew where his hand was. I said, doubtful. She said, shaking him, each time he was really feeling me up with his fingers. She said him awake and grabbing was not pleasant. I said, so I would guess you are good with the one. The one she kept absolutely looks like he is awake having a good pussy feel. Her issue was all you see is his hand, not her. I said that's beyond our control when awake. She wanted another try.

She assumed her position. She arranged his hand so that only his fingers were on her lips and slit. This time no movement. She has her left leg straight and her right leg bent knee laid out pussy fully exposed for a picture. I can see pussy all between fingers her opening glistening. She's holding his arm again. Head to her shoulder looking at me. I ready the camera. I shake his leg. He moved a little. This time I look at his hand. She was correct. Her eyes are wide looking at me head on shoulder. His fingers are working slowly in her slit and lips. A good ten seconds before they stop. She gives me the look like, come on wake him. Honestly, I did it again. For ten to fifteen seconds his fingers slowly explored all her folds. I did it again. Nothing. Again, he tries a little to move his arm she's holding it. He takes a deep breath, fingers move. I watch closely. He is definitely slowly exploring her pussy. She is wide eyes watching me. I shrugged. After a good forty five seconds to a minute they stop. I wait.

I whisper, I think he's passed out but subconsciously I think he knows his hand is on a pussy. She whispered, then wake him and stop playing. In my head I recall thinking, she wanted this, it's not my fault, it's already happened, I think it's funny watching her face. All these thoughts were in my now half drunk brain. It was like an experiment. How awake can I get him without waking him. OK. Again. Nothing. Again, he starts to lift his head and breathes deep but out. Fingers moving. Her face was priceless. For a solid minute he was slowly exploring, moving his hand. When he finally stopped my wife whispered, are you having fun. I smiled and just nodded, yes. She rolled her eyes. Again, shook his leg, he stirred lifting his head back, eyes partially open, he moved his leg. I sit back to take the pictures but his eyes are cracked open. Not fully open. I look. He is working his fingers.

My wife has released his arm and has both hanging. Her head is now up against the back, eyes closed. I take two pictures. After a solid minute, I say my brothers name. He mumbled. I follow with, you awake. Eyes half cracked, unnnhhh. I look and his hand is moving fingers exploring. I shake my wife's knee she looks at me. I whisper what you want me to do. She responds, mmmmmmm. I look. He has his middle finger second knuckle deep inside her pussy slowly working. My fucking heart is in my throat pounding. I take a set of pictures one zoomed. I shake her knee again, she looks at me eyes roll up lids close. I look again. Same movement. Hes slowly pulling out then slowly back and appeared to be moving his finger inside. I'm panicked. Half drunk i dont know what to do. By this time he has been fingering her several minutes. I shake her knee nothing. I hear her quietly mmmmmmmuuuummm. I get up and pace. I sit back in my spot. His movements are slowing. After another thirty seconds his heads on his shoulder not moving. He is knuckle deep in her pussy passed out. I give it another minute, neither moving.

I shake his knee hard. He lifts his head and the movement caused his arm to pull up. I ask, you ready to go in. He said words but nothing coherent. He looks at me half smiled said something noncoherent. He closed his eyes. I look and his hand is over her bellybutton. Fingers moving like he was exploring prior. He is leaving wet streaks on her skin.

I get up and sit in my chair. My wife waits a few and moves his arm and stands looking at me. Nothing said. She looks at the pictures. She looks at me and asked, you mad. I smile big and said, I thought you were going to be mad at me. She took a deep breath got up, sat in my lap and gave me a long kiss. To break the ice I said, you are getting my pants wet. She stood up. She was so wet I had a big wet stain on my thigh. She said, that was unexpected. I agreed. She asked if I thought he would remember. I honestly said, no idea. We discussed what happened. I explained that it was my fault for not waking him completely but I was having fun. She smiled and said, I was too. After I explained myself she started. She said the first two times she was just ready to get the pictures. She decided that since I was having fun she would let me. She smiled and said I may have helped his reach. I asked how. She said he kept missing he clit so she moved his arm till he stayed on it.

She said, after he had his finger in me three times he stopped. I asked you if you were having fun. You nodded yes so I thought you wanted him too. I said, I did not see that, I saw him rubbing and moving. She laughed. She said, as soon as you woke him again he was inside me and then out rubbing then back inside me. She said as soon as you said his name he went full finger inside moving it around. I said I was looking at him, I had no idea. She said, when he had his full finger inside me I let go of his arm so you could watch. I again said I had no idea. She showed me a picture and zoomed. She said count the fingers. One, two, three... I could see his finger in the zoomed picture fully buried inside her. She said, for the longest he was pulling it half out then back. She continued, it felt like minutes but it was a long minute. You said his name and his hand moved so only half his finger was in me. She said she decided to just keep her eyes closed till I was done. She smiled and said, we may want to wash his hand, it has to be soaked. We laughed.

I apologized over and over to her. She said, let's hope he only remembers touching. We waited till the fire died and we were getting cold to head in. Before waking him I emptied my have full drink on his hand. I then shook him till he stayed somewhat coherent. He could say one, two or three words but sentences were unintelligible. This is the picture. Me on one side his arm over my shoulder. My still naked wife on the other side arm over shoulder. It's a good fifty yards to the house. We half drag half walk him. He's in the happy woke up stage. No hangover yet. After ten yards he starts the I love yous. Another five and he stops looking at me saying, you are best brother. Another five he stops. Tells me look at that. He has his hand on my wife tit squeezing it. He said, it's soft. My Wife laughs and said keep going. We are slowly making progress. He says, "oh, it's hard". I look. He has my wife's nipple between the tips of his thumb, index and middle finger, gently pulling it releasing and repeating. I stopped, I got to get a picture of this. I got my phone out and had to reverse for selfie. I waited for the right moment and took the picture. He plays with her righttit to the house, through the door and into his bedroom.

We prop him up, my wife pulls the covers. He's talking but not much can be made of it other than he loves us and my wife is even beautiful dressed. We eventually get him in the bed. He asked for a good night kiss on his forehead. My wife proceeded to bend over and as she kissed his forehead he kissed her on the nipple. We left him and went to bed.

There was plenty of hangover the next morning. I was outside having coffee when my brother came out. We sat quietly for the longest. He eventually said, you know I love yell. I said of course we love you too. He said, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced watch you two have sex. I asked better than your theesomes. He looked shocked then said, oh yes, I told yall. He smiled and said, infinitely better. I said good. He said, I have to apologize for my behavior and actions. I asked why. I thought, oh shit he remembers, here it comes. He said, I was playing with her nipple when we were standing by the fire. I said, really. He said, you had to see it, she had to feel it. I smiled and said, we know it's OK. His whole demener changed. He started talking about everything up until he passed out. I quizzed him about fictional things to see. He did not remember us carrying him nor getting in the bed.

I told him about our trip inside and him playing with her tit and nipple all the way. He flat denied it. I pull out my phone and show him the selfie. There he is nipple firmly in the tips of his three fingers. I also told him about requesting a forehead kiss and him kissing her nipple. He believed me and apologized profusely. We got passed that quickly. We had a great hour talking about the previous. Before leaving he apologized profusely to my wife. She laughed and said some time soon she will get him back. He laughed saying challenge accepted.

On the way home we had a great discussion on what happened. Neither of us has any issues. We actually came to the conclusion that we did not care if he did remember. We looked at all the pictures. I have no idea if she still has them. She did delete my selfie. She asked me about being touched by Xavier and my brother in the future. I asked if she wanted them to. She again said situational. She does want to have sex with Xavier watching. I agreed but said situational. No idea what her definition of situational is......