I was put in the middle and that is not a good feeling. However, I chose to go on with Missy; even given my feelings for my brother. I tried to weigh ...both in my mind as Missy kept her lips locked to mine, but at the moment, Missy was weighing out over Brantley. I guess there was also more to me than what I thought. I still thought my brother was the hottest guy I knew though. That would never change my mind. Brantley kept watching as his girlfriend kissed me. Missy then took her hand and cupped. Good for me, I thought. Another excuse to meet her.A few days later, as she had instructed me, I packed my bags, hailed a cab and set off towards her apartment. I was worried her family might be at home. I reached the place and waited downstairs.She came down in a pink nightie and bathroom slippers. We hugged and walked up to her apartment. Climbing up a few stairs, I was fine but she seemed out of breath, her chest heaving up and down with beads of sweat running down her neck and deep into her. He reached down and grabbed his hard member. Although I could not see his cock, I knew what was about to happen. I looked back into my wife's eyes. When the tip of his cock touched the lips of her pussy, a slight smile came across her face. D began to push his cock slowly into her and a small gasp emanated from her beautiful lips. Her eyes began to roll back into her head. He pulled back out and then pushed deeper. Over and over he pushed his rigid pole into her wet, waiting pussy. Soon, her. You deserve better." I think about Dennis's advice. Maybe he's right. If I tell Steve this is the last time, maybe he'll try harder. I quickly finish my tea and put the mug on the table. Dennis puts his down and stands up. I follow his action and we briefly hug. "Let me know how it goes ok? If it doesn't work out then you can come back here." 30 minutes later I am back at the house ready to fix things. I look at the time. 11pm. I exhale and make my way up to my bedroom, swinging the door open.