Read Chapter 9 of Brand New Deal
The air in the bedroom felt thick, intimate, and dangerously fragile. Fred lay on his side behind his wife, one arm curved possessively around her waist, pulling her closer until her back moulded perfectly against his chest.
Her warmth seeped into him, familiar and heartbreaking all at once. He paused and waited for her to react, but when she didn’t, he pulled her closer even more.
Suddenly, she was being warm, even eager, offering herself to him like nothing had happened all these weeks.
This was the same Kate who, not long ago, avoided every advance he made, always claiming she wasn’t mentally in the right frame of mind for sex.
His mind had been a storm for days. The secret he carried burned like acid behind his ribs. He knew! He had known for years that little Mira, the bright-eyed five-year-old who called him “Daddy” with such innocent joy, was not his biological child. That she belonged to his brother Frank!
The affair, the hidden pregnancy, the carefully orchestrated timeline. Fred had pieced it together long ago. The diagnosis had come years earlier, a rare condition that had rendered his sperm entirely non-viable.
But he had publicly blamed Kate’s “fragile womb” for their earlier struggles, shielding his own shame while letting the world think she was the problem.
While he travelled to clinics across continents, swallowed experimental drugs, and endured humiliating procedures. All for nothing.
When Kate had announced her pregnancy, Fred had known instantly it wasn’t his. But he had chosen silence. He wanted a child more than he wanted truth.
He played the proud father until Mira arrived.
Healthy, perfect, with those unmistakable genetic markers of his family bloodline, especially her large eyes— there was only one explanation: either a miracle had happened, and he was finally healed, or someone between his father or his kid brother had fucked his wife.
Fred had tried hard to ignore every temptation to probe further, but he just couldn’t, especially when he tried to make more babies with Kate, and nothing was forthcoming.
That was when he decided to find out the truth. He could have asked her then. Could have pulled the truth into the light. But instead, he decided to keep calm and see if she would bring it up herself.
Until a quiet DNA test on Mira confirmed the impossible, even though she shared unmistakable genetic markers with the bloodline, Mira was not his child.
It was then that Fred secretly obtained a sample of his brother’s hair and blood, and the match had been devastatingly perfect! Yet he had chosen to be silent about it, play along and act as the child’s father.
Even though every time he looked at his brother and his wife, he wished he could hurt them hard.
It was one reason why Fred didn’t feel any remorse when he had fucked Rhoda; he had seen it as his payback. If Frank had slept with his own wife, then he didn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t fuck his own fiancée, too.
The only thing that disturbed Fred was that he didn’t know if Frank and his wife were still fucking. They had planned her delivery perfectly and he was sure if there was any chance they were still fucking, maybe they might have had another child again the same way they had Mira. L
Lately, the urge to speak had grown unbearable. To look her in the eye and say, I know, Kate. I’ve always known.
But he feared what would follow, the loss of Mira, the destruction of his parents and his fragile family he had built on lies. Still, the words hovered on his tongue, heavy and poisonous.
Aside from that, something else bothered Fred; he had realised a clear emotional distance had grown, one that was deeper than anything they’d experienced before. They were disconnected, adrift in a way that felt unfamiliar and unsettling.
Whenever he tried to fix what was falling apart, she would always claim to be busy and tied. The harder he tried to mend things, the more it felt like they were slipping further away from each other.
Kate seemed increasingly distant, and he couldn’t shake off the suspicion that she might be fucking his brother again.
And now, out of the blue, she was offering her body to him, after a long period of emotional and physical withdrawal… probably she was pregnant again and was acting their script all over again!
Kate shifted, pressing her soft, rounded ass back against Fred’s groin in a slow, deliberate grind. “One last night,” she told herself, her fingers gently stroking the back of his hand where it rested on her belly.
By this time tomorrow, she would be far away with Frank and their daughter Mira. A new life. A real family. The thought sent a secret thrill through her. She remembered Jessica’s smug threats, the way she had allowed that woman to enjoy Frank the other night just to buy time. Her mind drifted to Rhoda and the others whose departure would shatter.
Then to Fred, for him—no pity stirred in her chest. He had spent years painting her as the barren, defective wife while hiding his own sterility. Even after Mira’s birth, he had whispered to friends and family that her “fragile womb” had nearly cost them the pregnancy.
She knew of his escapades with the nurses in his hospital and other ladies in his life, but she had decided to play blind, deaf and dumb.
The hypocrisy tasted bitter-sweet on her tongue. Let them call her names after she vanished. It was a small price for freedom.
Fred’s arm tightened. His hand slid upward, cupping one full breast through the thin silk of her nightie. His fingers found the nipple, rolling and teasing it until it stiffened under his touch.
Kate arched, pressing her ass harder against him, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She felt him harden rapidly against her. His hand travelled lower, sliding the hem of her nightie up over her hips. She wore nothing underneath.
Another surprise, for the past few months, Kate would kit up to bed, making sure to cover every part of her body, like she was preparing to go mountain hiking, but this night she was surprisingly naked underneath.
The realisation drew a low growl from Fred’s throat. He wanted to reclaim the moment, touch her in the right places, kiss her deeply and fuck her well and then tell her he knew all of her secrets. But then one question struck.
What if she were pregnant again!
Whatever it was, he had missed her dearly and couldn’t help himself; he quickly pushed her away from himself and made her lie on her back on the bed, then he spread her legs gently. In one smooth motion, his hands travelled slowly up her thighs, feeling her shiver at his touch.
Kate opened her legs wider to him as he lowered himself. He kissed her thighs, licking her scent off her.
She squirmed with so much anticipation, ready to burst as he pleased her with his skilled tongue.
Finally, his tongue found her centre, tracing slow, deliberate strokes along her folds and over her clit. A loud moan escaped her lips, her body trembling in response. She opened herself to him completely, and he focused on the rhythm, sucking, licking, tasting every inch of her.
Kate’s hips rose to meet him, syncing with the motion of his tongue as he explored her deeper, each stroke drawing out gasps and whimpers.
She was soaking him, her arousal greasing his beard as he kept going, steady, attentive, relentless. Her legs trembled, her body humming with tension as waves of pleasure surged through her.
Loud sighs and urgent moans escaped her. Kate writhed on the bed, desperate for an orgasm. She cried out loud as he licked her. In sexy whispers, she told him how much she had missed his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair, she clamped her thighs against his head, bucking her hips, rubbing her wet pussy against his face, her clit swollen and eager. She gasped softly and called his name, but it rang strange in Fred’s ears. Still, he continued.
Fred lapped at her pussy incessantly, thrusting his fingers relentlessly inside her opening. Kate moaned as she got closer to something special, her hips rising and falling as if trying to keep time with the heat building inside her.
Her moans turned short, her breathing ragged as she convulsed in orgasm, gushing her juices in breathy cries as her body released again and again, her flow washed over his tongue and nose as she jerked on, her lips quivering.
Fred moved again, slowly this time, hands on her waist, lips on her shoulder. Their kisses grew deeper, more intense. Kate clung to him, her nails pressing into his shoulders as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
Slowly, he pulled back, meeting her eyes just before He shoved his boxers down impatiently; his cock sprang free, thick, veined, and already leaking with urgent need.
He held his cock and guided it into her wet, juicy cunt. Kate gasped as he filled her, her warmth wrapping around him completely, stretching her familiar walls. Fred didn’t hold back.
He started fucking her with raw, almost angry intensity—long, powerful strokes that slapped skin against skin, the bed creaking rhythmically beneath them.
Their hips moved together in a rhythm that felt almost instinctual, rocking, pressing, searching for more with every thrust. The connection was deep and electric in physical but emotionally, they were both blank and lost.
Every kiss was a question. Every moan was maybe, and though he was thrusting in and out of her most romantically, it felt like holding onto smoke.
Fred braced for release as he moved faster and deeper, pounding her pussy with anger and uncertainty. It was no longer a thing of desire, lust and pleasure; instead, he was moved by hate, and he was fucking her as hard as he could, like he was fucking away her sins. After all, it could be their last sex together.
Kate, on the other hand, was screaming at the top of her voice. She knew this was their last sex together; she just wanted to create one last memory with her husband. It wasn’t like it was special to her, but she’d been surprised at his action.
She noticed Fred had put in more effort that night, unlike every other night they fucked since they got married. But she still enjoyed sex with his brother more, while Fred fucked her like a bitch every time they had sex, Frank would read her mood and give her the desired sex for each mood.
This night, like every other night, Fred was driving her pussy at top speed like he was on a destructive mission.
Until she tipped over the edge with him, her voice trembled with pleasure, her eyes clenching shut as she cried out, overwhelmed. Her soft cries filled the room, rising with each thrust, as her pleasure poured out freely.
“Oh my God, baby,” she gasped, digging her nails in deeper and strangely, he welcomed the pain. It almost made everything look real.
Fred quickly pulled out of her and made her position herself on all fours. Kate willingly obeyed after all, she was still his wife.
He spanked her fleshy bottom, and she didn’t say anything. He leaned down to lick her flooded cunt from behind her, manoeuvring his tongue deep into her pussy. She couldn’t pretend like this didn’t drive her wild.
Kate giggled and twerked her ass and whined for him as he buried his face deep between her ass from behind her. Deep down, she started to wonder why he was doing extra that night.
Fred didn’t spend too much time eating her pussy this time, he just teased and nipped her clit before he rose to his knees behind her, groped her amazing butt cheeks and slid his cock hard inside her, plunging his penis deep as her pussy and his cock jammed together in one move.
He picked up pace, immediately sliding in and out of her with force and urgency. Each thrust came faster and harder than the previous one, causing Kate to moan at the top of her voice.
Written by Tito
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