Fucking My Dear Brother…
Last year, over Thanksgiving break, my mom made me and my brother share the guestroom because both sets of grandparents were in our rooms. I never thought we had anything in common because he’s a few years older than I am.
Since we had a bunch of time to spend together, we had a chance to talk. We liked many of the same things, and even worked at the same grocery store over the Summer, etc.
“I remember working in that store,” my brother said.
“Really? Was that old brown refrigerator still in the breakroom when you were there?” I sat with him upon the bed. He sat on the old camping cot mom made up for him.
He laughed. “God, yes. It’s still there?”
His laughter made me smile. “Sure is. It’s so ugly. It screeches just before it shuts of and then the motor makes this loud clunk. It’s so annoying. Luckily, I’m only in there for fifteen minutes for my break.”
My brother stared at me with a smile still on his face. It was odd, though, it felt like he was checking me out.
After we spent those few nights in the same room, we got to know each other better, again. My brother let me hang out with him and his friends. He took me places. He was kindhearted. Not the same guy that always grumped at me and went his own way.
It all changed in the Spring season. He’d become touchy-feely, he patted me on the back, kissed my cheek, and played with my hair.
During the Summer, while in the pool, I noticed that he would stare at me with a strange look on his face. Was it my body? It had changed from a kid’s body to a woman’s body. My breasts grew, and I was curvier than before.
One summer evening, after we’d climbed out of the pool from a game of Marco Polo, he stopped me and pulled me into a hug.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Can’t I hug my little sis? Anyway, you feel so good.”
I thought that was a weird thing to say, but let it go.
From then on, it seemed he took more chances to hug me and for longer at a time. The thing is he seemed to like embracing me, a lot.
After this went on for a while, I noticed when he hugged me, I felt a bulge against my belly. When he’d step back, even though he tried to hide it, I would notice the bulge in his pants. It just seemed odd as he is my brother.
One night, after everyone except us went to bed, he came up behind me, grabbed me around the waist, and kept pressing his hardness against my ass crack. At first, it shocked me. He’s my brother. He pushed me onto the sofa and ground himself against me for several minutes. His breath seemed to catch, and he let out a small groan. I didn’t dare to ask, but I’m sure he came.
This went on, occasionally happening when we were alone. Over time it began to happen more and more frequently.
Fast forward to now. My brother comes to my room and dry humps me until he cums. It’s now a regular thing. After everyone else is asleep, my brother will knock on my door. I let him in. We get on my bed, and I let him crawl on top of me. Sometimes he faces me and others I face the mattress. He then pumps against me until he orgasms.
He’s my brother, and I want to make him happy so, I let this continue. At first, I wasn’t sure how to feel about this, but after some time, I began to enjoy the attention.
Late one night, I just finished showering and headed to my room to change. I found my brother waiting for me. I felt nervous about it this time. I only wore my bathrobe, but I allowed him to do his thing. He faced me and began to pump against me. The movement allowed my robe to fall open. When it did, my brother clasped my breasts and suckled at each nipple. The things he did to me turned me on, and I got into it. It felt so good.
I didn’t notice at first, but my brother had taken his dick out while still humping and suckling. After a few moments, he groaned, mumbled, and stopped. I felt a warmth against my thighs and pussy hair.
“Sorry.” He whispered. He pushed himself off me and stood. As he left my room, he tucked his cock back into his pants.
As I lay there wondering what had happened, I realized my thighs and hair between my legs was sticky with his cum. I didn’t know what to think. I’d always heard this is wrong, but I enjoyed it. Was it wrong? I didn’t care, I liked it.
I had a gut feeling about it happening again. I’m not sure what I should do. People will say it’s wrong. Those people so closely related shouldn’t do what my brother and I were doing. Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore, but I wanted to. I wondered if I should go a step further and maybe do oral sex on my brother. Play around a little. Not full-on intercourse. How harmful can the consequences of this kind of relationship be?