My wife (Demeecee) and I have been married for about 3 years now. She's 28 and I'm 31. I never really got along with any of my in-laws, especially her mother as she was always a nosey bitch, always getting in our business and giving my girl bad advice on how to handle me or keep me in check. She's told Deme on several occasions to withhold sex from me whenever I "acted up", which would only result in me wanting to go out and getting some ASS elsewhere instead! I've told Deme to tell her mother to "go fuck herself!" Literally. And her dad's no better. He's one of those big men that like to sit quietly in his easy chair while his wife calls all the shots. But the one that worked my nerves the most, was Deme's ass mooching little brother Marlon. He was a loser, in and out of jail and juvey hall since he was a kid. This last time he got out of jail for petty thief and robbery, Deme begged me to let him stay with us at my house, cause he had people "looking for him" at his parents house when he got out. No doubt some people he pissed or ripped off, -I thought. My initial answer was "hell no!", but Demeecee caught a quick attitude so I gave in.
At 23, Marlon was spoiled. He never held a job more than 3 months at a time, never accepted any responsibilities (even for his 5 year old daughter), and was sheer lazy. He was always looking for fast money, but was never willing to do the work to get it. I agreed to let him stay with us, but only provided he got himself a job and helped out around the house. I also gave him a time limit, I ain't want that nigga staying with us indefinitely. Deme told him the terms of my agreement, and the next day he came over with a small trash bag of his clothing and personal items. I gave him the back bedroom down the other end of the hall from ours, and laid down the RULES in fatherly fashion.
"No loud music, No company, No taking anything that ain't yours, No trespassing in my bedroom, No borrowing shit without asking, No getting in Deme's and my business, and No answering back when I tell you to do something! If you don't like the rules, you're more than welcomed to go back to your momma's house and wait for those "people" your hiding from to find you. Your choice." I said.
"I don't have a problem with that." said Marlon, agreeing to my terms rather meekly.
The first couple of weeks was frustrating. I had to get used to having him around. Demeecee and I were used to walking around the house barely dressed (if at all), and now we had to cover up and be modest. Plus we couldn't fuck any where we wanted like we could before. Marlon was always popping up somewhere at the most inopportune moments, or sitting up watching TV at all hours of the night. Deme even tried to cut down on sex completely, as she was sure her brother could hear her moans through the floors and walls. "This was YOUR idea!" I yelled at her one night, frustrated by the lack of sex, "I only agreed to let him stay so long as it didn't interfere in OUR relationship!"
"I know..." responded Deme, sympathetically to my frustrations, "...but he's my brother, we have a lifetime of sex to make up, he's only going to be around for a few months."
Now I was really pissed. Here I had Deme's mom calling my house a thousand times a day to talk to her and her brother, and now I wasn't even getting any pussy on a regular basis due to his constant presence. Deme and I started arguing more and more, about any and everything under the sun. Often it'd end with her storming out the front door, no doubt heading to her mother's house or to hang with one of her asshole girlfriends. Marlon would usually either be in the back room listening to his head phones, or downstairs watching TV.
"Trouble in paradise?" he asked after a particularly large battle, which ended with Deme throwing a ceramic ashtray at me from across the room.
"What the fuck you know about it?" I asked, flopping down in my favorite chair.
"I heard yall shouting..." he explained, holding one of my beers in hand. He must have saw me staring at it, cause he suddenly asked me if I wanted him to get me one.
"Yeah, that'd be nice." I answered, reclining back comfortably as he fetched me my beer. I turned the bottle up to my lips as he took his seat back on the couch. "You find a job yet?" I asked, relaxing after the first swig.
"No." he responded, avoiding eye contact.
"What the fuck you waiting on? You know you ain't gonna be living here forever!" I shouted, mad that he was wasting my time.
"Nobody wants to hire a convict, Milton. Every time I fill out an application, I get rejected."
"And whose fault is that?" I asked, unsympathetically. "Who put a gun to your head and made you a thief? Who besides yourself fucked up your life?"
"I know, I know..." he agreed, hanging his head in shame. But I wasn't buying it. Marlon had spent his life playing people, making them feel sorry for him just before he robbed them blind right in front of their faces. He had been working his family over for years.
"Well, you've got to start pulling your weight around here. I can't have no grown ass nigga living under my roof and not contribute anything." I said, taking another swig.
"I...I could paint for you...do some cleaning...maybe do all your yard work...?" he suggested.
"I got professionals for all that shit." I said, cutting him off short. Marlon fell silent, unable to think of anything else he could offer. But I had a few thoughts in mind of my own. "I heard you had it pretty rough in jail." I commented, feeling his eyes glue onto me questionably. "Heard you were passed around by some tough guys, made their bitch?"
"H...how'd you...?"
"I got peeps everywhere." I explained. I told him that I heard how he got fucked on his very first day in prison, how he didn't even fight back, he just gave in almost immediately and began sucking dick as if he'd been doing it all along.
Marlon tried to explain how he had no choice, how the men holding him told him that they'd slit his throat if he didn't give into their demands. I listened to him talk, trying to explain himself, but all I could really think of was how much his lips resembled Deme's. I wondered if they'd feel as good as hers on my dick.
"Look Marlon, I don't really give a fuck who made you suck their dick or even if you liked it or not." I said, sitting up in my recliner. "All I know is, ever since you got here, I ain't had much pussy at all. My dick's rock hard damn near 24/7, and Demeecee's scared to give up any pussy so long as you're here. So the way I see it, since you ain't found a job yet, and your still leeching off my good hospitality, the least you could do is suck my dick for me while you're here!"
Marlon's mouth dropped open in shock.
"Are...are you...serious...?" he asked, staring at me like a deer caught in head lights.
"Damn serious! You suck convict dick without batting an eyelash, the least you could do is take care of the man whose putting a roof over your head and food in your belly."
"B...but...you're my sister's husband..." he informed, "...what if Demeecee finds out?"
"Who's gonna tell her? Me? You? You want your family to know what a pussy you were in jail?"
"No."
"Then how will she know?" I asked.
Marlon stared back at the TV set and took a few guzzles of beer as he made up his mind. Meanwhile my dick was already rock hard and pressing against my fly.
"So, what's the deal?" I asked, frustrated and ready for a good sucking.
Marlon placed his beer bottle down on the coffee table, then got down on his knees and crawled over to me. I spread my legs to give him room. Without looking at me once, he reached up and began unzipping my pants. I sat back and watched as he reached in and fished out my erection. He stared at my thick length for a few minutes as he jerked it back and forth in his hand. I read his facial expression as he checked out the dick that's been digging into his sister's pussy for the pass three years. He licked his lips in anticipation, then dove down.
I felt his tongue lick at the fat head before his lips suddenly encircled me. He licked up and down the thick shaft, leaving wet spit marks to slicken up my dick. He took me into his mouth and began sucking. His mouth slid midway down the length of my dick, his slithering tongue licking at the belly along the cum tube. He backed up until only the head remained in his mouth before going back down on it. He took me deeper this time, the head of my dick touching the back of his mouth before he retreated. Marlon bobbed his head up and down several times, getting used to the feel of my dick in his mouth. I watched his hairy lips sliding up and down the shaft, coating it in a thick layer of spit. Once my dick reached the back of his mouth again, I felt him trying to relax his throat to take me down. The soft interior of his throat lining felt good as my head burst through his throat muscles. I felt my dick sink into the warm depths of his mouth as he deep throated me expertly.
"Damn nigga, if I knew you sucked dick like this I'd've been fucking you weeks ago!" I astonished. Marlon said nothing as he ground his face around in my pubic bush. I felt my dick churning in his throat, and marveled at the sensation as he took me in all the way to the root.
Slowly Marlon began to rise up. His lips tightened around my shaft as he withdrew and began sucking heatedly on the head. I felt my dick throb as he sucked at the sweet nectars forming at the tips before taking me back down again. His throat sank around my shaft as he plunged his head back into my lap. The entire length of my dick rested in his throat, jumping and jerking as his tongue swirled around the belly and base.
"Shit man..." I moaned, unable to say anything else as he sucked me better than my wife. I held onto the top of his faded head, guiding him up and down as he started to suck me with heart. His lips flew along the full length of my tool as he tried to coax the cum out of me. I knew from the way my dick was already throbbing that it was only a matter of time before I was white washing the back of his throat. Marlon seemed to sense my pending orgasm too, and sucked harder. I could hear his breathing increase as he labored over my meat. I began to thrust up with my hips, driving more of me into him with every downward stroke of his mouth. Marlon seemed to like this as he started to moan softly. I could tell by the way he sucked me that he liked the taste of my dick. He bobbed his head faster, attacking my MAN with more fierce strokes. I began to squirm in my seat, feeling my orgasm approach long before I wanted it to end.
Marlon began to huff and grunt, getting more intense with his sucking. He was like a hungry dog, trying to get the last ounce of beef from his food dish with his face buried in the bowl. I wanted the blow job to last, but his hunger only fueled my desire to cream his throat with my juices. He obviously wanted my load bad, and I wanted to give it to him. To make him eat my nutt and show him who the man of the house truly was.
Grabbing the back of his head, I began fucking at his throat with long deep penetrating thrusts. Marlon went along for the ride, allowing me to face fuck him as hard and deep as I wanted. I felt my dick start to tingle and strain as it suddenly grew in width. I threw my head back into the chair and closed my eyes as the cum rocketed out of my dick and straight into his mouth. I heard Marlon gag and grunt as the thick ropey sperm filled his mouth to capacity. His cheeks ballooned out by the sheer volume of my seed. I felt his body convulse as he adjusted to the flow of semen invading his oral cavity. My dick pulsed and pumped out ropes and ropes of gamey seed into his mouth. I cum heavily, and the volume was made double by the lack of sex I've had in recent weeks. I saw a single string of semen escape his sealed lips and slide down the length of my coated meat. Marlon slowly slid his lips up to the tip, the head exited as the shaft stood tall and long before him. I watched as he quickly swallowed my sperm in two hard gulps without being asked to before taking me back into his mouth to finish up what he started. His mouth enveloped me whole once again as he sucked and slurped up the last of my semen. He deep throated me a few more times, making sure he got every drop. When he felt my satisfied prick slowly start to shrink and shrivel, did he finally release me from his mouth and look up at me obediently. I watched through sleepy slits as he licked the residue from his lips, savoring the flavor of my cum in his mouth.
"Was that okay?" he asked, knowing by my explosion that I obviously enjoyed it.
"Yeah, that was a start." I said, tucking my dick back into my pants and zipping up. "But don't think that's the end of it, you're gonna have to do a lot more of that before I consider your dept paid."
"I understand." he said, still on his knees between my spread legs as if awaiting my next order.
"From now on, you give me head whenever I ask, where ever I ask, and however I want it. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." he said without hesitation.
Just then we heard Demeecee's house key enter the front door lock. Marlon scrambled back over to the couch and pulled his beer bottle back up to his lips as if he never left the spot, while I made sure my dick was carefully put away. Deme came in, smiling as we both watched TV together like family.
"Awe, there's my two men sitting back enjoying each other's company." she smiled, completely unaware just how much we enjoyed each other while she was gone. She came over to me and kissed me lovingly on the lips. "I'm sorry about the argument earlier. I'll make it up to you soon, I promise."
"It's kewl, Dee." I said, feeling more relaxed now that I'd spit out a load. "Your brother's welcomed as long as he needs."
"Awww, you're so sweet! Ain't he sweet, Marlon?" asked Deme, kissing me again and then reaching over to rub her brother's head playfully.
"Yes, very sweet." said Marlon, licking his sticky lips with a faint smirk.