New story:For the Love of My Brother, by Crystal,ROM,incest
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For the Love of My Brother
I look about as normal as anyone else in this world. I work, shop, do
aerobics when I can. I have been told that I am attractive, although I
try not to let it go to my head. I just turned 22. So what makes me so
different? That is simple enough to answer, but still very
complicated.
The answer is that I am madly in love with my older brother. I always
have been and I always will be. For as long as I can remember he has
been there for me and listened to countless hours of my problems and
has offered ton’s of advice and support. He has never once judged me.
Even when I really fucked things up. He was always there with kind
words, and a shoulder to cry on. I stayed in school with his support,
and even went on to become a nurse.
I have always loved him and it seems like he has always been there.
You see, he is technically my half-brother, and he is almost 16 years
older than I am. I have seen pictures of him changing my diapers when
I was a baby. I remember he always took me with him to run errands.
When I was older he took me to parks and carnivals. He even baby sat
me when he had other things to do. I remember a few dates he bought me
on! And even at that age I remember feeling envious of the women he
dated!
He left home at an early age and joined the service, and I wrote to
him regularly. When even he came home on leave I made sure I was there
to see him. I couldn’t wait to hug and kiss him! Rubbing his back and
shoulders, just feeling him relax under my touch. It was like magic to
me!
He got married in the early 1980’s and I went up for his stag party,
which really wasn’t a stag party at all. It was held in the back yard
of his apartment and it was more a block party. I had met his soon to
be wife a few times and she was always wonderful to me, and I loved
her very much. In fact she was one of the few that I actually thought
deserved him! I felt somewhat ashamed that I wanted him so badly and
that I was jealous of her.
When they went away on their honey moon, I lie awake in bed and
thought of them. He was kissing her passionately, the way I wanted him
to kiss me. I knew he would be kissing and sucking her breasts and
nipples. I started to get aroused and began to masturbate myself while
thinking of them. One hand rubbing my own hot tits and another between
my thighs stroking my rapidly moistening slit, I imagined them in
every possible position.
I could see them kissing, tongues in each others mouth. I could hear
the sighs and gasps. I could see him tracing his hands up and down her
body, and then I began to imagine that it was me there with him,
clinging to his powerful body. Feeling the rippling of his chest
muscles, drawing his nipples into my mouth. I saw myself whispering
into his ear how much I loved him and how I would die for him as my
fingers slowly wrapped around his beautiful cock and pulled him into
the warm confines of my own body. When he told me how much he had
always loved me I began to cum, my pussy clenching around his
hardness, trying to lock him in me for forever. I always had the most
wonderful orgasms thinking of him, but I knew that it would never
happen!
In fact he was almost shy around me with certain subjects. It took
many years of work to get him to loosen up! But I found as long as I
was massaging his back and shoulders that he would tell me anything. I
started slowly at first, you know, innocent questions that I knew he
could answer. I made a practice of sitting directly behind him when I
was rubbing him so that I could whisper into his ear. I knew he could
feel my breath and I used the most soothing of tones to keep him calm.
Our family thought it was cute, the time and confidences we would
share. The lengthy massages. At family gatherings I would ask him to
dance, and when he accepted, which he always did, I pressed my body
right up against his! None of that respectful brother/sister at arms
length stuff! He never seemed to mind either! I had secretly hoped on
more than one occasion that I could make him hard on the dance floor.
I had danced with more than a few guys at this point in my life, and
they were usually anxious to let it get hard and then press it your
belly to let you know! I didn’t care too much about most of them, the
one I wanted to feel was my big brother, and I could not get him
going!
As you might imagine, I had to get more aggressive with him. The
massages became a little longer. I told him that it was necessary to
straddle his thighs to get more deep pressure. Poor baby was so tense!
I invariably felt my pussy become wet each time I came in contact with
him. It felt so wonderful to have him finally between my legs, even if
he was fully clothed and facing the wrong direction! Still, I was able
to move myself enough on the pretense of reaching his shoulders to
almost rub myself off.
I felt so wicked rubbing my pussy on his muscular body and just
imagining this wild animal I called a brother was my captive! I have
taken a few lovers in the past that have strongly resembled him. Black
hair and lots of it. A matching beard. The bluest eyes. A large framed
powerful build covered by tattoos. He is intimidating to look at, but
I know the gentle giant. The others couldn’t compare to the real
thing!
As much as I enjoyed rubbing myself on him, I didn’t dare cum for fear
of alerting him to my true feelings. I closed my eyes and imagined
myself wrapped around and clinging to his hot body and masturbating
myself wildly, that just being near him was enough to make me wild
with desire. I had to have him for my own and just had no idea how to
do it.
The answer to my prayers came from the most unexpected source. I
entered the computer age kicking and screaming the whole way. I
finally bought one and was forcing myself to use it. I guess I was
doing OK, it’s just that I was so terribly bored by it all. I had gone
to visit my brother and his family again. One morning while he was
showering and the rest of the house was deserted, I wanted to play
solitaire. I couldn’t find the game, so I went to explorer and started
to explore. I was rummaging around for a while and finally found a
sub-directory called Pics. I was a little intrigued, thinking that
maybe my big brother liked nudie pictures! I wondered what his taste’s
were, so I opened the directory and clicked on the top file. I was
thrilled when the file sprang open and I saw that I was right! There
had to be a clue here! I just knew it!
Sure enough! It didn’t take me long to figure out that the models all
had one thing in common. They all were partially dressed, that is they
were in bras, panties, hosiery. Bright colorful clothing, all
appearing to be silky smooth. The models themselves appeared to be
innocent, like it was the most natural thing in the world to be seen
like that. None of it was vulgar, no gaping pussies, no 3 guys and a
woman. Just simple poses. Innocent. I could do that! I made about a
million mental notes and closed the program before he came out and saw
what I was up to. I felt guilty invading his privacy like that, but I
was absolutely desperate and did not know how else to do it.
I know what a lot of you are thinking. Perhaps some therapy to get
over this obsession?? I know that women don’t sleep with their family
members a lot in this society. I know that it is about as taboo as you
can get. But I never felt that it was abnormal to love him like that.
It always felt completely natural to me. I was never molested as a
child. I have no personal history of mental illness. Nothing. I just
find him to be the most wonderful man I have ever met, and I know that
there will never be another. What should I do? Can you control who you
love?
The plan I came up with was simple. He had already said that he would
accompany me to the mall today since he had the day off and I was up
for a visit. Once he was out of the shower, I jumped in after bringing
just my undergarments in to the bathroom. The hot water felt wonderful
on my body and I felt the tension start to slip away. I made a point
of shaving my arms and legs, and even trimmed back the growth on my
pussy. My mind was only going in a million different directions. I was
incredibly aroused and frightened about what I was about to do, but I
knew what I had to do it
I ended the shower and hopped out to dry myself off. I donned
my panties and bra and the took a deep breath. I opened the bathroom
door and called out to my brother to bring me a towel for my hair.
When he arrived back at the door with a towel, I stood demurely with a
towel clutched to me and then innocently allowed one end to drop as I
reached out to take the other from him. It was such an act, and I
almost had myself fooled!
I knew what he saw. For this occasion I had selected a very
sheer powder blue bra. I knew my nipples were hard from the oncoming
cool air and his gaze dropped immediately to my near exposed breasts.
I could see him struggle to take his eyes away but he just couldn’t do
it, instead they dropped to my matching bikini panties. The towel was
long enough to give the impression of modesty but short enough to let
him see my panties and that my blonde hair was kept very trim. The
whole episode lasted no more than 3 seconds and all I did was watch
his face for any reactions. I thought I would faint I was so excited!
I reached out and grasped the towel from his hand and began to
make small talk as if I was entirely comfortable with the situation
and that my exposure was unintentional. I asked if he wanted to go
shopping with me and kill some time at the mall, and I needed a males
opinion and all of that. It just rolled off my tongue!
He stammered out a croak which I took for a yes as he was
finally able to bring his eyes back to mine. He found me with a smile
on my face as if I didn’t notice his lingering look. I was secretly
thrilled to death of course! I thanked him for the towel and slowly
closed the door as if I needed my privacy to continue.
With my back to the now closed door I prayed for my heart to
slow before it exploded. I couldn’t believe how simple it was and how
beautifully it had worked. He didn’t run away! He didn’t force his
eyes to maintain contact with mine! Although the poor baby probably
couldn’t have if he wanted to! Part of me felt terrible for teasing
him, but I wanted him to want me. And now I at least knew that he
liked what I looked like! I threw on my make-up and did my hair and
then walked back to my room with the towel in place.
I really wanted to get him going, but I had to be careful not
to overplay my hand. He’s a man, but he’s not stupid! We rode along
with our usual banter and I restrained myself from doing anything else
at this point. I happily noticed he had several quick peeks at my
legs! I had worn a modest just above the knee skirt and a blouse.
Earth tones look best on me and I felt pretty sexy! We went to a few
of the shoe stores inside the mall, and I tried on just a couple of
things. I say we, but the truth is closer to I, and I brought him
with me! I had fun walking back and forth in front of him. Modeling
just for him and him alone. I chose a pair of open toed sandals and
asked him what he thought, did they look OK, etcetera! I turned this
way and that displaying my foot encased by hose and I thrilled that
his eyes followed me around!
Then it was time to move on. I told him that I needed to get
another outfit or two for work and I said that I would just be a
minute or two. I led him through the store and he patiently waited by
the dressing room as I changed into and out of several outfits. I
popped out every so often and modeled something for him, occasionally
leaving a button or two opened on a blouse, or perhaps a skirt not
zippered all the way up. He seemed to be taking it all in stride at
this point and I thought that I could safely step it up a notch
without scaring him off.
I called out one last time and asked him if he would come over
and help me as the zipper seemed to be stuck. I actually had a hard
time jamming the damn thing I turned around and presented my backside
to him and reminded that he was such a good big brother to be so
patient with his hair brained sister. I could feel the fumbling on the
zipper as I continued with pointless conversation. I was becoming
quite moist from his fingers brushing against my bottom from time to
time, and I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy it rather than thinking
of something to say!
The clasp had been undone so when the zipper finally went, the
skirt fell to the floor. This was much more than I wanted and the
squeal that came from my mouth was genuine! Thank God we were alone in
the area for the time being. I Knew that my brother had to be shocked
by the site of my totally exposed ass, and I could only imagine what
was going through his mind as my ass was revealed in it’s entirety,
only covered by my near transparent panties and pantyhose. I bent over
at the waist to reach for the skirt and now knew that he could see my
pussy through the silky material.
He began to stammer an apology and moved closer to block the
view that onlookers might have received, and as he was moving forward
I began to stumble back. He caught me of course and his hands landed
squarely on the cheeks of my ass. My breath caught in my throat!
Finally!! His hands were on me! And I noticed almost immediately that
they stayed there after I had regained my balance! I almost died from
the excitement! I had his hands on me and I was loving each second of
it and then I felt the most imperceptible squeeze from his finger
tips as he asked if I was all right!
I thanked him profusely and collected myself and got covered.
I can’t tell you just how happy I was! It had worked and now my big
brother whom I have always loved felt me up! To finally know that he
enjoyed my body enough to risk a touch made me wild with desire! I
jokingly told him that I was now done shopping for the day and we both
had a laugh about the whole thing. I got dressed and we headed out
giggling about the whole thing! I wrapped my arms around him and drew
him down for a kiss on the neck and told him that I loved him being my
brother! It felt so wonderful in his arms as they closed around me and
held me close!
We drove home and chit chatted some more, and I told him that
he was such a good boy I would give him a good rub down as soon as we
got home after he had taken a relaxing shower. We pulled into the
drive way and I sent him packing while I poured us both a glass of
wine. I heard the shower running and I prepared myself from what I
knew would finally come!
After what seemed an eternity he came out to the living room
dressed in a pair of thin running shorts. Just watching his muscles
flexing made my heart flutter and ache. As sipped the wine I led him
over to the sofa and had him lay down on his belly. While he was
getting settled, I placed my favorite Enya CD in the stereo and waited
for the soothing sounds to begin. I saw that he was all set, so I
kicked off my shoes and padded softly over to him in my stocking feet.
The massage oil was still on the coffee table from our last
time together and I placed a small amount in my hands and rubbed them
together slowly to heat it for him. I said a silent prayer and hoped
that I wouldn’t loose my nerve as I swung one leg over his hips and
eased myself down on top of his bottom after I had slipped his jogging
shorts down to reveal more flesh that needed my attention. The contact
was electric for me. As many times as I have done this to him, it was
the first time I had worn a skirt while doing it. It felt so
deliciously wicked to have my near naked crotch coming in contact with
his skin, covered only by the sheerest of panties and hose. I was
becoming wetter by the second and I didn’t want to soak him yet!
I began by massaging his neck, deep pressure at first to
loosen up his muscles and increase the blood flow, then a more sensual
stroking movement. I knew he was enjoying it from the goose flesh that
was raised and that he had fallen strangely silent. I enjoyed the
quiet myself, almost exhausted from the forced conversation throughout
the day. His skin felt so hot and smooth under my fingertips! I had to
restrain myself from throwing myself down on top of him and smothering
him with wet kisses.
During any other massage it would be necessary to shift my
position to reach his broad shoulders. This time I simply sat where I
had landed and when it was time to reach further I hunched my hips
slightly, in effect rubbing his hard ass with my pantyhose and
massaging my aching pussy at the same time. I knew exactly what he was
feeling, since I was feeling it as well. I kept up the ministrations
with my hands but it was so hard to concentrate on what I was doing. I
just wanted to masturbate myself off on his butt.
I continued this dance for another half hour, leaving no part
of his back un-stroked. I was on the verge of cumming the whole time
and I knew that he must feel how wet I am. If so, he said nothing. I
would have died of embarrassment if he caught on and rejected me. I
knew I couldn’t live like that. I just knew it. While all of this was
racing through my head I slid down his body and rested my weight on
his muscular thighs. I half expected to see a wet spot on his skin,
but I was spared that humiliation.
I began the same kneading motions on his ass cheeks and at the
same time gentle gyrations on his thighs, continuing to stroke him
with my pantyhose. Again I was overcome with a burning desire, this
time to bury my face between his cheeks and just kiss him to death. I
almost came from that particular vision, and it was difficult to
control myself. I had been on the brink of an orgasm for almost 40
minutes and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. I felt if
I didn’t tie my pelvis down it would simply start hunching all over
him whether I wanted to or not!
It was time for the next step, and this was a variation from
our routine but it would tell me everything. I told him to turn over
so I could massage his chest muscles. Immediately I felt his body
tense under my weight. He began to stammer a bit, and it was so cute
the way he tried to think of a reason not to! I knew that it had
worked and he must have been aroused! I wasn’t going to let him off
the hook that easy! Come on, I said, don’t be silly! I have to loosen
up the pectoral and abdominal muscles. The massage wont be complete,
so lets go!
He was still saying something when I raised myself and pulled
him over. I maintained eye contact with him, so at least he could
think that I didn’t know! I sat on his stomach and began to do a deep
massage on his chest and the front portion of his shoulders, all the
while hunching softly against his tummy. I slowly made my way down his
chest, and I knew that I would have to change my position slightly.
I raised myself up off of him and I could see the relief in
his eyes thinking that perhaps I was done and he could maneuver a way
to keep covered. Instead of getting off of him, I slid further down so
that my overheated crotch was directly over his. I still hadn’t seen
how aroused he was and I had hoped that he didn’t manage to get it
under control. When he realized that I wasn’t done he closed his eyes
as if he was wishing himself elsewhere. My poor baby was so afraid he
was going to scare me. He was so embarrassed that I had to move
quickly to keep him from bolting.
I dropped my weight down on top of him and I felt it at last.
He was as hard as a rock, and I could feel the heat coming from it
through my panties and hose. His eyes were still squeezed shut and I
had to put him at ease as fast as possible.
Time to tip my hand I thought. Is that why you’re so nervous,
I asked him? Please don’t be afraid or embarrassed! That should happen
if you are totally relaxed! It simply means that I have done it right!
I told him all of that and more, and I think he would have believed
anything at this point just to keep from dying of humiliation. It
seemed to have worked because I felt most of the tension leave his
body, so I let more of my weight down on top of his very stiff cock.
He didn’t say a word as I kept up the pretense of massaging him, all
the while massaging my pussy with his prick which was nestled nicely
between the slick lips of my pussy. The only thing that kept me from
getting royally fucked was a millimeter or less of my silky panties.
Since he was so relaxed at this point, I began making small
talk. "The whole point of a massage is to increase blood flow, and it
worked so well on you that I actually have become excited!" To
emphasize my point I hunched my pussy against his cock and I almost
came when I heard the groan come from between his lips! It’s OK, I
tried to reassure him, I want for you to be totally relaxed!
It was time to risk it all. I shimmied down his thighs to just
below his knee caps. His eyes were still closed at this point, so I
reached out my hand and wrapped it around the most beautiful cock I
had ever seen. My mouth began to water as I looked it over. While not
the longest I had ever seen, it was very thick and very hard. The head
of it was shaped like an upside down heart, a symbol of his love for
me, and it had a couple of glistening drops of pre-cum at the tip. His
shaft was hot to the touch and silky smooth, and a few engorged veins
ran along its surface, making it look both like a yummy toy and a
weapon at the same time. I could feel each beat of his heart through
that beautiful snake in my hand, and I tightened my grip and slid some
of the loose skin up over it’s head. He let out another groan to let
me know I was doing something that he liked!
I slid farther down his legs and positioned myself so that one
of his calves was between my legs. I settled down again, this time
more blatantly. Don’t ask my why, but I have always enjoyed rubbing
myself off on a mans legs. I kind of feel like I’m slutty and out of
control, and at the same time like I am clinging for protection. Once
I was comfy, I brought his strong prick to my lips and gently peppered
it’s crown with kisses. I wanted to worship it forever!. I licked down
his shaft, tracing the veins with my tongue and at the same time
obviously humping him. The charade was totally ended, thank God!
I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could and just
wanted to hold it there as my captive! I reached down with a free hand
to where my throbbing crotch came in contact with him and I tore the
pantyhose and pulled aside the panties so that my cunt was truly
touching him. I felt his hands reach down and stroke my hair and my
face and I thought that I would pass out from the excitement of it
all. I knew at last that he felt the same way about me. The tenderness
in his touch made me want to cry from the joy. The soothing strokes on
my hair only served to send me closer to a mind shattering orgasm, but
I was determined to make our love complete.
His cock slipped from between my lips and glistened brightly
with my spit, and as I held it in my hand I began to kiss his balls. I
let my tongue run over it’s wrinkled surface and inhaled his strong
masculine scent through my nose. I thought that I was become drunk!! I
had to have him inside of me now!
I kissed my way up his tummy, stopping his muscular chest to
pull his hard nipples into my mouth. I teased one with my thumb and
forefinger as I suckled the other, and then switched to the other so
it wouldn’t feel left out! I continued my path and soon my face was
directly over his. I placed both of my hands on his cheeks and looked
him in the eye. I have always loved you, I said. I want you to be my
lover forever. I could see tears welling up in the corner of his eyes
and then he drew me down to his lips. As my lips came in contact with
his I knew he felt the same. His tongue spread my lips and I welcomed
it into my mouth and tenderly stroked it with my own as I imagined
that his cum would soon be inside my pussy just like his saliva was in
my mouth.
Our breathing became ragged as I wrapped my hand around his
fat cock and brought it to my waiting cunt. I was so wet that he
slipped into me with the greatest of ease and I let out a gasp as all
my dreams and horniest of fantasies came true for me. He stretched the
walls of my pussy with his maleness, and I began to cry myself! He
began to kiss me more passionately as he began his upward thrusts into
my drooling very happy cunt! I felt his strong hands on my ass,
stroking me and pulling himself deeper into me and I clamped my knees
on his hips locking us together forever.
He gently pushed my shoulders up and soon we were looking into
one anothers eyes. I began to unbutton my blouse and his hands joined
mine to help me out of the thing. I slid the bra straps off my
shoulders and bared my breasts to him, leaving myself totally open to
his inspection and vulnerable to any whim he might have. I felt his
hands on my tits and he stroked them gently, lifting them as if
testing their weight and then stroking the undersides. My dark pink
nipples were so swollen I thought they might bust, and then he began
to softly thumb them. I didn’t think it was possible for them to get
harder, but it sure felt like they did. All the while I could feel his
cock plumbing in and out of me and my pussy continued to drool over
his groin.
He reached out and clasped my face in his hands and drew me
down, and then I felt his lips fasten onto one turgid nipple and he
was suckling my like a baby! I began to hump down against his cock and
as I was struggling to cum I felt him increase the tempo of his
pumping motions and soon he was fucking in and out of me for all he
was worth. I felt so wonderfully full of him, and I knew as I was
coming closer to the edge I would never fuck another!
He released my nipple and covered my mouth with his own,
kissing me and telling me how he loved me, and how we would always be
together now. I felt my orgasm approach and with one final thrust he
buried himself into my burning cunt and I felt his cock ripple with
the torrent of cum he was pumping into me. My own orgasm now
triggered, I began to cum and cum, waves of orgasmic bliss washing
over me as my cunt clenched and held him in me, never ever to let him
go!
I collapsed down on top of him, gasping for air, and I covered
his sweet face with kisses and the tears began to flow again. I had
never been this happy with any man before. We shared more kisses and
caresses before simply laying in each other arms. I wish I could tell
you how wonderful it felt to have him embrace me as a lover and not as
his baby sister.
We shared more of these stolen moments together before I had
to leave and go home. I have recently secured a job at a hospital in
the town where he and his wife live and will be moving up there
shortly. Of course I’ll have to stay with them until I save up enough
to get my own apartment. To bad the rents are so expensive, because
this could take a while. My sister in law now knows of us of course,
and she doesn’t mind it at all. But that’s another story!