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I can still remember the day I left. I was his nanny of sorts, looking after my k** brother meant everything to me. Then came their divorce and we were split up, with him going away to another country to be brought up, and with the years passing we got into a routine and soon we were never thinking about each other again.
I was sixteen back then on the fateful day, and he was just two. Now I was engaged to be married myself in six months time, I was 28 and a business woman, and my thoughts were of my k** brother, he should be here with me on my big day I thought, and so I made tentative enquiries about my estranged father and where he was.
The good news arrived by telephone the following morning, when this young male voice came on and said, 'Hello big sister'.
I cried, it felt weird, twelve years had gone by, and I could hardly contain my joy when he asked if he could spend some time with me, before the wedding.
'Spend the Summer', I bellowed back down the line, and at that, I arranged to pick him up at the national airport on the Friday evening.
The only evidence of how he looked was a photo of him aged two, and now, a teenager at f******n, he would be a young man, and I wondered how he would look.
'See if you can spot me', he teased, but I sent him a photo of me by email, so he could spot me, in case I failed on my side.
The plane had touched down on time and I awaited anxiously outside the baggage collection area, the the doors opened, and my eyes widened with fear and trepidation, soon again, my k** brother would be back in my arms, and I could hug him to death.
When he did show, my mouth just hung in a gape. He was six foot easily and obviously worked out, because he was muscular, like daddy was, but handsome and fresh faced, and as he strode towards me, I could see pretty looking girls cast envious glances at him, a real panties wetter, I thought, and suddenly felt embarrassed about thinking about him like that, but he really was dishy.
He walked right up to me the moment I laid my eyes on him, 'So you knew it was me', he said as I just flung my arms around his neck and pulled him down, smothering his face with little kissed.
I could smell his sweat, and found it intoxicating, and he straightened-up crushing my breasts against his chest, as usual I was without my brassiere, never found the need for one, as they were small and firm, it was my nipples that protruding, usually I sellotape them down, but my excitement was too much, even my brother remarked, 'Wow s*s, you are hot'.
We got into the car and I drove out of the park and made the journey back to my house, we did not speak much, just held hands, as I like to concentrate, but occasionally I caught him looking at me, and felt a thrill, with my damn nipples giving my feeling away, but we laughed, and I admitted I was a pretty forward thinking sister, so he could talk to me about anything.
In the house after putting his things into his room, he got the tour, and then came my first embarrassment, I had left my cleaned vibrator on the bedside cabinet, rose and violet Lelo, eight speed five intensities, he spotted it the minute we walked into my room.
I reached over and had to 'Brass neck', my embarrassment, 'Told you your sister was a pretty forward thinking gal', I said, waving it about.
'Did you use just before coming to meet me', he asked, that question sent a deep familiar thrill through me, I don't know why, but I said, 'Sort off'.
Quickly changing the topic, I through it onto my bed and ushered him out of my room and offered him a coke, poring myself a very stiff whiskey, 'Here's to us, and Wha's like us', I toasted with a Scots twang, and at the first night settled down, as I got tipsy, and he watched as I got a little emotional.
I still could not get my head around having him here with me again, after all these years, he was a stranger in a way, and I put the sexual attraction as well as the genetic pull, down to just that.
'Where is your fiancé' he asked me during a quiet relapse. I suddenly realised I had not spoken one word about him all night, my head was full of the young man sitting opposite me, taking advantage of my tipsy neediness, though he did not know how I was thinking about that, so I filled him in about my sordid relationship by my intended.
'He will be back here in three weeks, and by that time we two will be on level footing', I said, 'we will know each other as we did before we lost each other'.
He smiled and I swung my legs over the edge of the settee to get up and I wavered, but he was up in a flash and steadied me, we embraced and I kissed him full on the mouth, I wanted to, I needed too, even drawing my tongue across his lips. 'Mmmmmm, you are so fucking delicious', I said, pushing him away and heading for the bottle, for another refill.
I went back over and sat down beside him, cozening up to him, 'I love how you smell', I told him, as I put my head on his shoulder.
'Maybe I should shower', he sounded slightly embarrassed. 'Not that sort of smell', I teased, 'I'm about to start ovulating, so my senses are heightened, you smell sexy to me', I drunkenly confessed, 'I could smell you at the airport'. I closed my eyes and my head fell down his chest and finished up on his lap.
Tiredness and strong alcohol had caught up with me, and I sank into a deep sleep, my brother put me to bed, of which I could not remember any of it, all I had in the early morning, was a delicious and naughty idea, he had secretly ravished me, and I finished off this thought, with my pink and violet Lelo, then I showered and went into the kitchen, with my nudity covered only by my cheesecloth dressing gown, a thin material that did nothing to hide my charms.
I was used to having a man around the apartment, where sex and nudity were the norm for me. I used physical love as a crutch to be close to men, but with my k** brother back, the emotional side of me opened up, as if it were hibernating all these years, and I could feel the extra excitement it enticed, a deep sense of belonging, an added dimension that was more powerful than just to fuck a man, it was obvious to me, and I could not help myself, I was a fully grown woman now, sexually experienced, and he was still a boy, my brother, mine, and deep down, I knew I wanted him to love me too.
He was sitting on the window ledge when I came into the kitchen. He was in his Calvin Kline underpants, cutting a fine figure of youthful vitality, I think we were both testing the water, the thin cheesecloth had surrendered to my nipples hardening, and were poking through, a fiery red, trapped within the white threads of the material, acting as anchors, as my heavy breasts swayed, so did the material.
I walked right up to him and kissed him on the mouth, placing my hand on his bare thigh, and feeling the coolness of his skin, then I reached around his waist and hugged him, with my head on his chest, feeling his heat, and that fucking smell from his body.
I looked up and asked him if he put me to bed, he nodded he did, then confessed he sat alongside my sleeping body, studying me, trying to figure me out, and remember me when he was a c***d.
As he spoke I subconsciously stroked his bare thigh, my eyes following my hand as I run it from his knee upwards, each gentle stroke retracing the last, but going a little higher. That's when I saw his bulge, the clear shape of his penis as it swelled under the cotton of his Calvin's.
Deep down I knew I was teasing him and I could not help myself, why else would a sister prance around naked in a cheesecloth, a bigger temptation, than just being totally nude, that's why we bought it, for me to tease my fiance, our relationship really was about the sex, and I was 70% percent partner to his 30%, more than double his sex drive and ideas.
I broke the heat and moved across to the coffee machine, pouring myself a sobering cup of strong caffeine, knowing fine well my brother would be studying his sisters pert ass. I turned my head and caught him looking at it, and smiled, 'Coffee', I asked, to mask why I turned?
He shook his head, 'I have had two cups', his voice was thick, and my eyes naughtily dropped to his bulge, I knew he saw me acknowledging his erection, but them most sister's do, it's part of growing up and subconsciously teaching their brothers about girls and visa versa. At first there is a mysticism about the difference in our shapes, and as the sex hormones kick in, there is an eroticism, this was clearly what I was feeling now, and for him, my forwardness and age difference, my sexual experience was all too new to him, I knew I was being extremely forward by letting him see me like this, kissing him so openly, I just wanted to be the sister I used to be, but the dark thought and the dark feelings, I was harbouring, were getting stronger, even after my Lelo session half an hour ago, I was still wet, and wanting more.
'I', going back to bed for an hour', I said, my own voice mirroring my thoughts, heavy with a wantonness forbidden by nature, suddenly I was breathless as my forwardness was in danger of erupting.
'Do you need me to do anything, in the meantime', he asked me as I picked up my coffee?
I walked across to him and kissed him on his cheek, then it happened, I was more direct, I placed my hand on the swelling and gripped him alternating from gentle to hard, my thumb tracing his glans and feeling the slight dampness of seminal fluid leaking from his one-eye, as I called it.
I have gripped onto a of of mens cocks before giving them a wank or a blow-job and fuck, but never my brothers. It was larger than average, and I just wanted to hold him and feel it. I nuzzled into his ear and bit the lobe, using my breath to tease him more, feeling him throb in my palm, 'You need to take care of this brother', I could feel his body stiffen, 'there's a porn in the computer player, then again, adding something I should never had, 'and a dirty pair of my knickers in the laundry box in the toilet, whatever gets you off', and at that, without looking back, I walked slowly, swaying my hips so my bum teased, feeling the imprint of his cock in my hand, I wanted to wank myself with the same hand, I walked, as my pussy leaked like a sexual faucet.
I have given my brother two options to relieve his sexual tensions, a DVD or more personal, my dirty panties, God know how many pairs I have posted to men all over the world as a similar action, perhaps that's why I suggested it to him, I had to know, before I relieved myself.
I waited a few moments and went back out into the hallway and made for the toilet, but the door was open, and the laundry basket untouched, my heart sank.
I opened the computer room door, and there he was, behind it, with the sound turned down. I could not see what he was doing behind the desk, but I suspected he was watching the porn movie.
'Need a hand there', I teased him, laughing out loud, he blushed and I knew I was going on a bit strong, but it was how I felt, I was horny for him.
'I'm going to grab a few more hours sleep, I said trying to cover my real intentions, 'Knock me up, if I oversleep', and at that I left him alone, and closed the door behind me, walking slowly back to my bedroom, willing him to come after me and fuck me on the carpet right here and now, but alas, he did not, and I went to my bed, lay naked on my duvet with my Lelo buried deep on the highest setting, thinking of my brother doing the same in the computer room.
What a fucking crazy world in which we live, a brother and a sister so horny masturbating in different rooms thinking about each other, myself on the pill, and condoms in the drawer beside me.
In time, when the novelty passes and we get used to each others presence, nature will intervene and being naked and talking sex, will mean nothing to either of us, but there is something incredibly powerful, when added to the desire to copulate with a sibling, I could feel it and wanted it, I wanted to experience it before it went and was lost forever, to know what it was like to hold my brother inside me, feel him ejaculate his seed into me, and on that thought my orgasm came, powerful and overwhelming, my voice echoing down the hallway to my brothers ears, telling him I was also doing it.
I fell into a sleep, thinking about him cumming over the keyboard thinking about me, seeing me in the porn he was watching, I slept soundly, having unlocked my bedroom door, and leaving my Lelo in full view, unwashed and carrying my deep scent, and barely covered by the duvet.
I heard his voice, and thought he was in my dream as I drifted out of sleep to find him sitting on my mattress. I was lying on my front, my legs were spread, with the one beside him bent upwards and exposed outside the duvet, he could have lifted the duvet as I slept and saw what I had for breakfast, my crotch was so open.
He had brought me a tea, a welcoming sight, and I reached up for the cup, feeling his eyes on my side boob. I was past caring and was cool about being nude in front of him, I was 28 and always nude in front of other men.
I suddenly realised my Lelo was missing, as I looked at the void space, he remarked, 'I took the liberty and cleaned it'.
I drank from the cup before commenting, 'You washed your sisters sex toy, why'?
'I don't know', he thought for a little before adding, 'I guess I wanted to touch something personal of yours, something that was inside you'.
I watched his face as he spoke, 'That's pretty fucking profound brother', I replied, touched by his admission and his desire, then I added my own sexual curiosity, 'Did you smell me on it'?
He nodded he had. He must have seen something in my expression, for he dropped a bombshell in his next statement, 'I used my tongue to clean it'.
Visualising my k** brother licking my vibrator after being in my pussy, was a pretty fucking horny thing to see. 'Your just experiencing sex for the first time k**', and I reached up and beckoned him to lie beside me.
His head was on the pillow as I looked down at him, it was then I eased the duvet of my breasts and took his hand and placed it on one, feeling my nipple explode in his palm, 'See', I whispered, 'I'm your sister, feel me and feel how a woman feels like', and as I struggled to control my own rising desires, I took his hand and pulled him lower between my open legs, 'Put your fingers in me', I was struggling as my body responded in kind, and for the next ten minutes I allowed my brother to explore me, and my willing orifices.
'That's as far as we can go', I said to him, 'I have girlfriends I can call on to come over and entertain you, if you want them to'.
'I'm going to tell you something I have never told anyone about before', I said, cradling his head.
'When we were young we shared a bed, my bed, and I used to lie with you like we are doing now, and tell you everything about my day, while our parents fought, and screamed at each other.
'At night I cuddled you and held you tight, even when I played, and now for the naughty bit, I held you in my mouth and teased you with my tongue until I came, and sometimes, I could feel something from you, do you remember anything of it'?
He shook his head to indicate he did not, and I was disappointed, being f******n and sexually active made me open to many things, as a substitute for emotional love, for which I was starved, and doing the unspeakable to my brother during masturbation was my way of bonding.
I looked down at his as he looked up at me, his eyes were pleading, 'What I am saying', I spoke deliberately, 'I can do it again if you feel the need for me to do so', and as I spoke, my hand slipped down his shorts and felt him.
I was to find out something I did not expect, his wetness told me he had just released an uncontrollable release, but I fondled him just the same, 'Never mind brother, we can do this again'.
I was sixteen back then on the fateful day, and he was just two. Now I was engaged to be married myself in six months time, I was 28 and a business woman, and my thoughts were of my k** brother, he should be here with me on my big day I thought, and so I made tentative enquiries about my estranged father and where he was.
The good news arrived by telephone the following morning, when this young male voice came on and said, 'Hello big sister'.
I cried, it felt weird, twelve years had gone by, and I could hardly contain my joy when he asked if he could spend some time with me, before the wedding.
'Spend the Summer', I bellowed back down the line, and at that, I arranged to pick him up at the national airport on the Friday evening.
The only evidence of how he looked was a photo of him aged two, and now, a teenager at f******n, he would be a young man, and I wondered how he would look.
'See if you can spot me', he teased, but I sent him a photo of me by email, so he could spot me, in case I failed on my side.
The plane had touched down on time and I awaited anxiously outside the baggage collection area, the the doors opened, and my eyes widened with fear and trepidation, soon again, my k** brother would be back in my arms, and I could hug him to death.
When he did show, my mouth just hung in a gape. He was six foot easily and obviously worked out, because he was muscular, like daddy was, but handsome and fresh faced, and as he strode towards me, I could see pretty looking girls cast envious glances at him, a real panties wetter, I thought, and suddenly felt embarrassed about thinking about him like that, but he really was dishy.
He walked right up to me the moment I laid my eyes on him, 'So you knew it was me', he said as I just flung my arms around his neck and pulled him down, smothering his face with little kissed.
I could smell his sweat, and found it intoxicating, and he straightened-up crushing my breasts against his chest, as usual I was without my brassiere, never found the need for one, as they were small and firm, it was my nipples that protruding, usually I sellotape them down, but my excitement was too much, even my brother remarked, 'Wow s*s, you are hot'.
We got into the car and I drove out of the park and made the journey back to my house, we did not speak much, just held hands, as I like to concentrate, but occasionally I caught him looking at me, and felt a thrill, with my damn nipples giving my feeling away, but we laughed, and I admitted I was a pretty forward thinking sister, so he could talk to me about anything.
In the house after putting his things into his room, he got the tour, and then came my first embarrassment, I had left my cleaned vibrator on the bedside cabinet, rose and violet Lelo, eight speed five intensities, he spotted it the minute we walked into my room.
I reached over and had to 'Brass neck', my embarrassment, 'Told you your sister was a pretty forward thinking gal', I said, waving it about.
'Did you use just before coming to meet me', he asked, that question sent a deep familiar thrill through me, I don't know why, but I said, 'Sort off'.
Quickly changing the topic, I through it onto my bed and ushered him out of my room and offered him a coke, poring myself a very stiff whiskey, 'Here's to us, and Wha's like us', I toasted with a Scots twang, and at the first night settled down, as I got tipsy, and he watched as I got a little emotional.
I still could not get my head around having him here with me again, after all these years, he was a stranger in a way, and I put the sexual attraction as well as the genetic pull, down to just that.
'Where is your fiancé' he asked me during a quiet relapse. I suddenly realised I had not spoken one word about him all night, my head was full of the young man sitting opposite me, taking advantage of my tipsy neediness, though he did not know how I was thinking about that, so I filled him in about my sordid relationship by my intended.
'He will be back here in three weeks, and by that time we two will be on level footing', I said, 'we will know each other as we did before we lost each other'.
He smiled and I swung my legs over the edge of the settee to get up and I wavered, but he was up in a flash and steadied me, we embraced and I kissed him full on the mouth, I wanted to, I needed too, even drawing my tongue across his lips. 'Mmmmmm, you are so fucking delicious', I said, pushing him away and heading for the bottle, for another refill.
I went back over and sat down beside him, cozening up to him, 'I love how you smell', I told him, as I put my head on his shoulder.
'Maybe I should shower', he sounded slightly embarrassed. 'Not that sort of smell', I teased, 'I'm about to start ovulating, so my senses are heightened, you smell sexy to me', I drunkenly confessed, 'I could smell you at the airport'. I closed my eyes and my head fell down his chest and finished up on his lap.
Tiredness and strong alcohol had caught up with me, and I sank into a deep sleep, my brother put me to bed, of which I could not remember any of it, all I had in the early morning, was a delicious and naughty idea, he had secretly ravished me, and I finished off this thought, with my pink and violet Lelo, then I showered and went into the kitchen, with my nudity covered only by my cheesecloth dressing gown, a thin material that did nothing to hide my charms.
I was used to having a man around the apartment, where sex and nudity were the norm for me. I used physical love as a crutch to be close to men, but with my k** brother back, the emotional side of me opened up, as if it were hibernating all these years, and I could feel the extra excitement it enticed, a deep sense of belonging, an added dimension that was more powerful than just to fuck a man, it was obvious to me, and I could not help myself, I was a fully grown woman now, sexually experienced, and he was still a boy, my brother, mine, and deep down, I knew I wanted him to love me too.
He was sitting on the window ledge when I came into the kitchen. He was in his Calvin Kline underpants, cutting a fine figure of youthful vitality, I think we were both testing the water, the thin cheesecloth had surrendered to my nipples hardening, and were poking through, a fiery red, trapped within the white threads of the material, acting as anchors, as my heavy breasts swayed, so did the material.
I walked right up to him and kissed him on the mouth, placing my hand on his bare thigh, and feeling the coolness of his skin, then I reached around his waist and hugged him, with my head on his chest, feeling his heat, and that fucking smell from his body.
I looked up and asked him if he put me to bed, he nodded he did, then confessed he sat alongside my sleeping body, studying me, trying to figure me out, and remember me when he was a c***d.
As he spoke I subconsciously stroked his bare thigh, my eyes following my hand as I run it from his knee upwards, each gentle stroke retracing the last, but going a little higher. That's when I saw his bulge, the clear shape of his penis as it swelled under the cotton of his Calvin's.
Deep down I knew I was teasing him and I could not help myself, why else would a sister prance around naked in a cheesecloth, a bigger temptation, than just being totally nude, that's why we bought it, for me to tease my fiance, our relationship really was about the sex, and I was 70% percent partner to his 30%, more than double his sex drive and ideas.
I broke the heat and moved across to the coffee machine, pouring myself a sobering cup of strong caffeine, knowing fine well my brother would be studying his sisters pert ass. I turned my head and caught him looking at it, and smiled, 'Coffee', I asked, to mask why I turned?
He shook his head, 'I have had two cups', his voice was thick, and my eyes naughtily dropped to his bulge, I knew he saw me acknowledging his erection, but them most sister's do, it's part of growing up and subconsciously teaching their brothers about girls and visa versa. At first there is a mysticism about the difference in our shapes, and as the sex hormones kick in, there is an eroticism, this was clearly what I was feeling now, and for him, my forwardness and age difference, my sexual experience was all too new to him, I knew I was being extremely forward by letting him see me like this, kissing him so openly, I just wanted to be the sister I used to be, but the dark thought and the dark feelings, I was harbouring, were getting stronger, even after my Lelo session half an hour ago, I was still wet, and wanting more.
'I', going back to bed for an hour', I said, my own voice mirroring my thoughts, heavy with a wantonness forbidden by nature, suddenly I was breathless as my forwardness was in danger of erupting.
'Do you need me to do anything, in the meantime', he asked me as I picked up my coffee?
I walked across to him and kissed him on his cheek, then it happened, I was more direct, I placed my hand on the swelling and gripped him alternating from gentle to hard, my thumb tracing his glans and feeling the slight dampness of seminal fluid leaking from his one-eye, as I called it.
I have gripped onto a of of mens cocks before giving them a wank or a blow-job and fuck, but never my brothers. It was larger than average, and I just wanted to hold him and feel it. I nuzzled into his ear and bit the lobe, using my breath to tease him more, feeling him throb in my palm, 'You need to take care of this brother', I could feel his body stiffen, 'there's a porn in the computer player, then again, adding something I should never had, 'and a dirty pair of my knickers in the laundry box in the toilet, whatever gets you off', and at that, without looking back, I walked slowly, swaying my hips so my bum teased, feeling the imprint of his cock in my hand, I wanted to wank myself with the same hand, I walked, as my pussy leaked like a sexual faucet.
I have given my brother two options to relieve his sexual tensions, a DVD or more personal, my dirty panties, God know how many pairs I have posted to men all over the world as a similar action, perhaps that's why I suggested it to him, I had to know, before I relieved myself.
I waited a few moments and went back out into the hallway and made for the toilet, but the door was open, and the laundry basket untouched, my heart sank.
I opened the computer room door, and there he was, behind it, with the sound turned down. I could not see what he was doing behind the desk, but I suspected he was watching the porn movie.
'Need a hand there', I teased him, laughing out loud, he blushed and I knew I was going on a bit strong, but it was how I felt, I was horny for him.
'I'm going to grab a few more hours sleep, I said trying to cover my real intentions, 'Knock me up, if I oversleep', and at that I left him alone, and closed the door behind me, walking slowly back to my bedroom, willing him to come after me and fuck me on the carpet right here and now, but alas, he did not, and I went to my bed, lay naked on my duvet with my Lelo buried deep on the highest setting, thinking of my brother doing the same in the computer room.
What a fucking crazy world in which we live, a brother and a sister so horny masturbating in different rooms thinking about each other, myself on the pill, and condoms in the drawer beside me.
In time, when the novelty passes and we get used to each others presence, nature will intervene and being naked and talking sex, will mean nothing to either of us, but there is something incredibly powerful, when added to the desire to copulate with a sibling, I could feel it and wanted it, I wanted to experience it before it went and was lost forever, to know what it was like to hold my brother inside me, feel him ejaculate his seed into me, and on that thought my orgasm came, powerful and overwhelming, my voice echoing down the hallway to my brothers ears, telling him I was also doing it.
I fell into a sleep, thinking about him cumming over the keyboard thinking about me, seeing me in the porn he was watching, I slept soundly, having unlocked my bedroom door, and leaving my Lelo in full view, unwashed and carrying my deep scent, and barely covered by the duvet.
I heard his voice, and thought he was in my dream as I drifted out of sleep to find him sitting on my mattress. I was lying on my front, my legs were spread, with the one beside him bent upwards and exposed outside the duvet, he could have lifted the duvet as I slept and saw what I had for breakfast, my crotch was so open.
He had brought me a tea, a welcoming sight, and I reached up for the cup, feeling his eyes on my side boob. I was past caring and was cool about being nude in front of him, I was 28 and always nude in front of other men.
I suddenly realised my Lelo was missing, as I looked at the void space, he remarked, 'I took the liberty and cleaned it'.
I drank from the cup before commenting, 'You washed your sisters sex toy, why'?
'I don't know', he thought for a little before adding, 'I guess I wanted to touch something personal of yours, something that was inside you'.
I watched his face as he spoke, 'That's pretty fucking profound brother', I replied, touched by his admission and his desire, then I added my own sexual curiosity, 'Did you smell me on it'?
He nodded he had. He must have seen something in my expression, for he dropped a bombshell in his next statement, 'I used my tongue to clean it'.
Visualising my k** brother licking my vibrator after being in my pussy, was a pretty fucking horny thing to see. 'Your just experiencing sex for the first time k**', and I reached up and beckoned him to lie beside me.
His head was on the pillow as I looked down at him, it was then I eased the duvet of my breasts and took his hand and placed it on one, feeling my nipple explode in his palm, 'See', I whispered, 'I'm your sister, feel me and feel how a woman feels like', and as I struggled to control my own rising desires, I took his hand and pulled him lower between my open legs, 'Put your fingers in me', I was struggling as my body responded in kind, and for the next ten minutes I allowed my brother to explore me, and my willing orifices.
'That's as far as we can go', I said to him, 'I have girlfriends I can call on to come over and entertain you, if you want them to'.
'I'm going to tell you something I have never told anyone about before', I said, cradling his head.
'When we were young we shared a bed, my bed, and I used to lie with you like we are doing now, and tell you everything about my day, while our parents fought, and screamed at each other.
'At night I cuddled you and held you tight, even when I played, and now for the naughty bit, I held you in my mouth and teased you with my tongue until I came, and sometimes, I could feel something from you, do you remember anything of it'?
He shook his head to indicate he did not, and I was disappointed, being f******n and sexually active made me open to many things, as a substitute for emotional love, for which I was starved, and doing the unspeakable to my brother during masturbation was my way of bonding.
I looked down at his as he looked up at me, his eyes were pleading, 'What I am saying', I spoke deliberately, 'I can do it again if you feel the need for me to do so', and as I spoke, my hand slipped down his shorts and felt him.
I was to find out something I did not expect, his wetness told me he had just released an uncontrollable release, but I fondled him just the same, 'Never mind brother, we can do this again'.
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