By the third time my car slid on the ice, tears were streaming down my face. Heart racing. Hands sweating. Stomach turning.

Of all the things to hate about moving to this state, the snowy icy roads topped the list. My husband was out of the state on a work trip, so I had to drive to the city. I had taken much longer than I expected, and it snowed way more than the weather man said it would.

I pulled over, and called my husband still bawling my eyes out. I could hear the irritation in his voice, the judgement palpable through the phone. Of course he didn’t get it, he learned to drive in this shit. He assured me he would have someone come get me and he’d call back.

My phone rang less than ten minutes later.

“David will be there in an hour. He will bring you back and we will worry about your car in the morning. Just don’t even move Emily, he’ll let you know when he’s close.”

I faintly heard a sultry woman’s voice say “so will I.”

He hung up abruptly. My throat went dry and my heart started to race all over again. And it wasn’t about the woman who I could only assume was shoving her face in my husbands lap right about now.

David was my husband’s brother. I first met him at our wedding. While I loved my husband, his brother always….piqued my interest. He was taller and stronger, very funny and welcoming. I scrolled through his IG, letting the thoughts of his body on mine dance through my head. How soft his blonde hair would be running my fingers through it. How his muscles would tense as I teased him. Imagining his big hand wrapping around my throat, tilting my head back and telling me to open my mouth.

The phone in my hand began vibrating, snapping me back to reality. DAVID coming up on the screen sent my heart racing and my hands sweating all over again.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey Em!” I could hear the grin in his voice, assuming he was laughing at having to come get me.

“Hey David, are those your headlights coming up on me?”

“That depends, is that you in the sideways slanted car with hazards on?” He didn’t bother holding back the laugh as he asked.

I teared right back up. “It is.”

“Em, it’s fine. We’ve all been here. Just hop in, leave your car running, I’ll move it over.”

I hobbled to the passenger side of his truck. By now, the snow was covering my shoes with each step I took. I opened the door and immediately noticed the middle console was up, making it one bench seat with nothing between us. I didn’t think much of it, quickly settling in with him not far behind.

He made the trip home seem like an easy drive, like just another day. We laughed and joked, I made myself extremely comfortable, leaning over to touch his arm every so often. Enjoying his company and the view it provided me.

We pulled in my driveway, him putting the truck in park, idling. Both reluctant to end the conversation, we took our seatbelts off and continued to talk. I didn’t realize we had slid towards each other until our knees hit.

I was still smiling at him, answering his question when he slid his hand against the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. He leaned towards me, while pulling me into him. The moment our lips met, my anxiety melted away. I didn’t have to think, we began to move like lovers of decades. It came so naturally between us.

I cupped his face with my hands and let him pull me into his lap. He ran his hands up my body, resting one on the small of my back, pressing my body into his. The other continued up my back, into my hair. His hand slid against the back of my head, closing his fist to pull my hair taut, pulling a small moan from my mouth into his.

His hands both went down to my hips, gripping them and pulling me down as he pushed himself up into me. Letting me feel how ready he was for me, pushing me down to grind on him. I broke the kiss to pull my shirt off, yanking down my bra, not even bothering to unfasten it. I lifted off his lap, and he brought his warm mouth to my nipple. He brought up his hands, working my breasts with his mouth and hands, alternating equally and bringing small sounds from my mouth.

I reached down into his lap, unzipping his pants and fumbling a bit but managing to get his hard cock into my hand. I began stroking him, his sharp intake of breath cooling my nipple and making me uncontrollably needy. I climbed off of him and yanked my pants and panties off.

I got back on his lap, noticing he took his shirt off. He looked me in my eyes as I lowered my body onto his.

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” David said as he slid into my wetness, pulling my hips into him and filling me to perfection.

He pushed into me deeply, still gripping my hips, rocking me back and forth on his cock. Deep in me, he kept hitting my cervix, my orgasm building and building for him already. I moaned over and over as he slid my body up and down his, using my body to bring his pleasure. I cried out for him as I came so hard, I could feel the wetness going down my thighs.

He stopped suddenly, and grinned at me. In a low voice that was as deep as he was in me, he said “Bend over for me. It would be a shame not to see that perfect ass bouncing on me while I have the chance.” I smiled and got up wordlessly.

I bent over, my head in the passenger seat, my back arched to present my soaking wet pussy for him to take. He shoved himself into me so that I was suddenly perfectly filled again all at once. I let out a gasp that ended as a moan. He smacked my ass, and grabbed my hips. He slowly drew himself out until just the tip was being gripped by my pussy.

He began to go in and out, a steady rhythm. Pacing himself, slowly speeding up. Going deeper and deeper into me, making me moan over and over. Gushing orgasms on his perfect cock, as he made me take it.

“Fuck, you take my dick so well.” He said, pounding into me harder and harder. I could hear it in his voice, the way he was breathing. He was about to cum as he had made me so many times already.

“You’re gonna make me cum, fuuuck”

I pulled my body forward, as he pulled out of me. I turned as fast as I could, on all fours I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him. Back still arched, ass still up. He shoved his hard dick, covered in the taste of me, deep into my mouth. Emptying his cum right into my throat, I barely even tasted him it was so far in. His hands on the back of my head, my mouth against his body, lips wrapped around the base of him.

Tears started to form in my eyes, one falling as he pulled himself out of my mouth. I wiped my mouth as he grabbed his shirt begining to clean himself off.

“Fuck, we probably shouldn’t have done that.”