I was sitting at the breakfast table trying to decide what to do. Tonight was New Years Eve and my brother had asked me to go to a New Years Eve party with him. I had just turned 44 in November. My husband died three years ago and I was living alone. My brother’s name is Turner and he is fifteen years younger than me. My Mom had me when she was only 16 and they did not have another child until she was 31. Since my husband died Turner has been very nice to me. He comes over to the house and fixes anything I needed fixing. He mows the lawn every other week and spends a couple of nights a week keeping me company. He was there for me when my husband died and has been that way ever since. Last week Turner asked me what I was going to do New Years, I told him that I hadn’t planned on going anywhere. He said, “I am going to a party at a friend’s house, why don’t you come with me. I don’t have a date and I think you would have a good time.” I told him that I was too old for his crowd of friends. “Nonsense, there will be all ages there. Besides you are as beautiful as any that will be at the party. You haven’t been out of the house except for work for three years. It’s time for you to live a little. Why not I thought, it was time for me to get over mourning for my husband. I called my brother and told him I had decided to take him up on his invitation. He said, “Great, I’ll pick you up at eight and we can have some dinner. The party didn’t start until nine anyway.” I went into the bathroom and took off my house dress and looked at my body. Turner was right I thought. I still have my looks, even though I had put a pound or two around my waist I still looked pretty good. My breasts didn’t sag very much and even after two children my stomach was relatively flat. My oldest daughter was 24 and an Air line Stewart while my youngest was 22 and going to college back east. She was studying to be a Doctor. I took a hot bath and while soaking in the tub I felt an urge between my legs that I had not had in a long time. I reached down and began to massage the outer lips of my vagina. I inserted two fingers and started to finger fuck myself. Oh it felt so good. Having had no sex for over four years because my husband had been sick for over a year before he died. I had forgotten how good it feels to have my pussy rubbed. I began to rub my clitoris and the old wonderful feeling I remembered came back. It took longer than it use to but when I came that wonderful feeling I use to get when my husband fucked me came flooding back to my memory. I put on my best bra that gave me a nice uplift, and dressed in a long black gown that showed my breasts very nicely. When Turner arrived the first things out of his mouth were “Wow, you look terrific, I’m going to be the envy of the crowd. He gave me a big hug, holding me a little longer than usual. I wasn’t sure but it felt like something hard between my legs like maybe he had gotten a hard on. I was afraid to look but it made me feel warm between my legs. I thought, stop it, it’s your imagination, he is your brother. We went to dinner and shared a bottle of wine. It made me feel a little tipsy as I had not had any alcohol for a long time. We arrived at the party about 10:30 and it was in full swing. Turner got us a couple of drinks and he began to introduce me to several people. A nice looking man asked me to dance, and Turner said go ahead have some fun. We danced and then several others asked me to dance. I had several more drinks and was feeling really good. I remember dancing with this one young man about Turners age and I felt him get a hard on. He pressed it against me as we danced and I could feel it between my legs. I pressed back against it. My pussy became very hot and the feeling made me very horny. I suddenly remembered how much I missed sex. He began to rub his hard on up and down my pussy through my dress. I new I shouldn’t let him continue but it felt so good and it had been so long. He led me over to the bar and we had another drink. I was getting pretty drunk. The next thing I remember is we were in a bedroom and he had my gown pulled up and was between my legs. I thought my god I should stop this right now, but before I could act I felt him pull my panties aside and inter my now hot wet pussy. I new I should stop him but it felt so good and it had been so long. I closed my eyes and as he thrust in and out of me I realized how much I enjoyed his cock. When I came I cried out oh yes, fuck me, and fuck me hard. I felt him cum deep inside me and I came again with the feeling. I laid there half dreaming and half in a drunken stupor. I felt my dress and panties being removed. I felt someone kissing me and squeezing my breasts. I looked up and it was someone different, he had his fingers in my pussy and was finger fucking me. His thumb was rubbing my clit and I couldn’t help myself I began to respond. When his cock entered my womb I threw my legs around his waist and fucked him back as he plunged in and out of me. It felt so good. I was aflame with passion. I came several times as I felt him cum deep inside my stomach. He got up and suddenly there was another who laid down and shoved his cock deep inside me. I new that I should object to what was happening and I new it must be wrong , but I had never felt like this before. Not even with my husband. It was like my pussy couldn’t get enough cock. I threw my legs around him and shoved my pussy at his thrusting cock. I could feel the cum from the previous fucking’s squirting out of me and running down my leg. I did the same for each who followed and I lost count how many. Then I was alone. I was too drunk to get up. I looked up and there was Turner staring down at me. Oh sis, what happened, what did I get you into. I don’t know why but I just smiled at him and stretched out my arms, He stretched out beside me and I kissed him with a passion I did not know I had for him. My tongue entered his mouth and explored him. He responded and he began to kiss me back. Then he kissed my eyes, my ears and neck and then my breast. He began sucking my nipples and finger fucking my pussy. I suddenly new that deep down I had always wanted him. I watched him as he removed his pants and he stood there for a moment with his magnificent cock sticking straight out. I felt him penetrate me with his cock. I laid there not believing my pussy was still hungry for more cock. He fucked me slow and then hard. I felt him cum inside me but he didn’t stop, he kept on thrusting inside me. He was taking his time with long slow strokes. I was once again as hot as before. I threw my legs around his waist and felt his cock go deeper. He whispered, “Oh sis, I have wanted you for so long. I’m sorry it had to be like this.” I said shush it’s ok; the others were an accident because I was drunk, but this is for me, something that I never had the courage to admit before. I guess deep down I have wanted you for a long time. I came several more times before he came, and when he did I felt so good. We left the party and went back to my home I took a hot bathe and douched my swollen pussy. It too awhile as there was still a considerable amount of cum in me to get out. Turner put me to bed and as I drifted off to sleep I felt him slide in beside me. I smiled knowing I would never be lonely again. All rights reserved to the Author