Thoughts are material.

Incest, there is perhaps nothing in the world more mysterious, sweeter, and more thrilling than it. Sergei had always dreamed of his cousin, who was a full six years older than him. In their youth, when she was already a student, fluttering through her sexual life like a butterfly, he, Sergei, was just an unnoticed boy to her. But he was a constant erection with eyes, dreaming of her, masturbating and sniffing her freshly removed panties, thrown in the laundry. He would pull her panties out of the laundry basket, greedily inhaling her scent, and each time swore to himself that she would be his.

Years passed, he was already married, and she had managed to have a son and get divorced. The friendship

between the little brother and sister continued, and he could not forget his dream of her sexuality and tried in every way to be nice to her. He often looked into her eyes, trying to catch even a small hope of their intimacy. When alone, he touched her body with his hands in such a way that she understood his desires, understood him, and yet could not bring herself to decide. But in every woman's life, there comes a moment when she can no longer bear it—when will that day finally come when she will have, if not a husband, then a lover?

And so, while working at her dacha one day, she suddenly thought, but I have a beloved little brother, he wouldn't refuse to fix the wiring, chop firewood, and most importantly, his wife wouldn't suspect a thing. But how, how to hint at this to him, because even though he had hinted at intimate closeness, he might have retreated from his desires? So what, I'm still attractive, I'll invite him over to help, and then we'll see how the cards fall... Sergei's wife let her husband go with pleasure, because she needed, as if in exchange for her husband's services, to use his sister's services as a gynecologist.

Sergei set about replacing the wiring at the dacha, and Nastya hovered around him with burning eyes. Today she dressed lightly in a semi-transparent sundress without a bra and terribly seductive panties and high-heeled shoes. Her tanned shoulders and legs drove him crazy. She leaned over a deliciously sizzling frying pan, and her hips beckoned Sergei like a good barrel of honey.

He set aside the tool, involuntarily stood behind his sister, pressed his desire-trembling groin against her tempting backside, took her by the shoulders, and brotherly kissed her thick curls on the back of her head. Unexpectedly, his lips descended to her neck. Nastya was covered in a chill of anticipation of male caresses, she froze, carefully placed the spoon on the table, and turned off the stove. Her brain frantically thought—interesting, is this what she dreamed of the night before, or just familial kisses?

But Sergei's final intentions were clarified by his hands. One of his hands slid forward under her arm to her bare breast, and the other, sliding under the light hem, rushed to her pubis. The nipples on Nastya's breasts instantly hardened, and a pleasant languor flowed through the lower part of her body. She immediately felt a familiar heat in her crotch and some wetness. Women often experience it, but this time it wasn't the monthly moisture.

It seemed that his hands, scurrying along her crotch and breast, were about to lift her off the floor and throw her onto the sofa. His finger, with the experience of a married man, gently but persistently through the thin panties covered her clitoris, and it, in turn, treacherously surrendered immediately. No wonder, because on the eve of the upcoming events, its owner, spreading her legs wide, had completely shaved off all the growth, saying out loud—well, here you are, my dear lips, my beloved clitoris, and my tireless hole, I free you from captivity; if everything works out as I planned, then tomorrow we will have a celebration.

Nastya tried with all her might to turn her face to her little brother to indicate with at least her eyes her complete consent, but as soon as this happened, her mouth was immediately caught in the trap of a hot kiss. From that moment on, all her passion boiled down to her hands wrapping around his body with all their might, making it clear that they both passionately wanted this. Involuntarily, his trembling hands frantically unbuttoned the entire row of buttons on her robe.

Finally, his sister's shoulders and breasts were exposed, and he began to shower them with kisses. It took Sergei only an instant to deal with the zipper of his own trousers; they somehow slid down to the floor on their own and flew headlong to the far corner of the room. Nastya didn't have time to realize anything before she found herself on the sofa located next to the kitchen table. Various items of dacha clothing and all sorts of things were lying on it, hindering them both from settling down for intimacy.

Sergei cleared the space on the sofa with one sweep and threw the object of his youthful dream onto her back. Nastya only gasped in surprise, feeling the soft flat surface beneath her. The fear of an unexpected fall switched to the anticipation of long-forgotten sex with a man. Sergei immediately lifted her legs up to him so that they ended up on his shoulder, folded together in a vertical position. With a sharp movement, he tore off her lacy panties and for a moment held them to his nose with longing, inhaling the familiar and intoxicating scent of his sister.

His excited member mercilessly entered inside his long-standing dream! It had happened, thought Sergei, and all the moments of dreaming about this woman flashed through his mind. And here, the bare pussy of his sister with the protruding clitoris added fuel to the fire in the male perception of sex, as if he were entering a young virgin. Without giving his sister even a few seconds for her body to get used to the unfamiliar flesh, and for the vaginal walls to suck him in as desired, Sergei, with a fair amount of greed, began to use his passion, not believing his happiness.

His movements were insistent, as if he feared that his sister would change her mind and this would prevent him from carrying out his plan to the end. But his little sister had no intention of resisting; on the contrary, her hip movements towards his gave Sergei to understand that she herself desired this. In response, he somehow calmed down in his decision to rape his sister. Yes, from the first seconds he thought he was raping her, and she was giving herself to him so hotly that he couldn't believe his luck.

After all, she made no attempts to free herself from him; on the contrary, she was so insistent in their copulation that Sergei managed to notice that her vagina, unlike his wife's, was much tighter and more velvety. She irrigated his member with an indescribably large amount of female juices, and her vaginal muscles grabbed his shaft each time he pulled out of her. It created the sensation of milking as much sperm as possible from his penis.

Finally, Nastya felt the male essence in herself with every cell of her vagina, and the beating of its head against the cervix made her moan with each of his thrusts. After some time, the heels of her shoes intertwined with their stilettos behind his back. She was afraid that her little brother, with his furious thrusts, would split her in half; her sex-starved pussy simply ached with pleasure, and the aroused Nastya was already beginning to feel the urges of an orgasm, and her legs on her brother's back were a consequence of the impending climax. Be that as it may, for Sergei, this served as a signal for more decisive action.

Now he understood that he was the full-fledged master of her body—dreams come true, and thoughts are material, he thought, and now he moved inside her measuredly, easily, and freely, already preferring internal-vaginal caresses with his member to external caresses. He either tried to find her G-spot, or tapped a tap dance on her cervix. Nastya was going crazy from the sophistication of her little brother, which, by the way, she hadn't been spoiled with even in her youth.

At some point, he rose to his knees, pulling her ample hips closer to him, and began to enter her with fast, sharp thrusts, depriving his beloved of the ability to move. An instant before orgasm, he released her, threw his whole body on top of her, and plunged into his sister's mouth as if wanting to put a period, then followed a sharp thrust, and another, and another; their bodies froze as if the movie had stopped. Svetlana, after many years of loneliness, finally felt a softly spreading white-transparent liquid inside her.

It was a pleasant finale after her convulsive trembling and splashes of love juices. Her legs stretched out into two straight and long strings, and under her closed eyelids, colorful butterflies fluttered, which she hadn't seen for many years. Sergei had the feeling that until this period, he had only used one of his testicles, and had saved the other for his sister. Finally, the seed accumulated over many years came out of its captivity, and he felt complete relaxation. He realized, this is what he had been missing all his life—just sex with this woman. They lay silently looking into each other's eyes. Finally, both their breathing returned to normal, and the pause ended.

— You won't get pregnant, little sister?

— Don't forget, little brother, what my profession is; I understand this matter better than you do electrical wiring.

— What will happen to us now? We have sinned and committed incest.

— Oh, Seryoga, incest is when underage children participate in sex and then come running to me—oh, help my daughter, the devil tempted her. But we are adults, I am a mature woman, you are my desired man. Forget that word incest. It doesn't exist if there's no blood mixing. We have simply become lovers with you. By the way, a very convenient position for us regarding all relatives and acquaintances, because we are relatives, after all, and frequent meetings will not be condemned.

— Are you saying that we will now meet for this?

— Are you against it? Nastya smiled and squeezed his member in her hands. I hope you don't mind if I use it for its intended purpose sometimes? It's time for your wife to share the goods; she's been spoiled enough already... By the way, where are your underwear, Seryoga? I see your pants, but no underwear.

— I didn't wear any today; it's faster this way, Sergei parried with a smile.

— Oh, you little boy! You planned to fuck your little sister in advance!?

— Yes, I've been dreaming of you since my youth and often masturbate dreaming of you.

— Even when married?

— Even yesterday, when you called me to fix the wiring...

— Yes, Seryoga, that sounds like a declaration of love.

— I love my wife, but I've always just dreamed of you. You're a great woman, come on, stop touching my member, Nastya, or you'll break it...

Nastya bent lower to the head of her little brother's member, and her lips completely enveloped his shaft. Then she suddenly threw her head back, looked into his eyes clouded with lust, and unexpectedly blurted out—I know your wife as a doctor; she doesn't give you what I will always give you at your first demand. Today I will be all yours until the end of the sexual age.

In the evening, when Sergei returned home, he told his wife that instead of the wiring, he had to fix her old sofa at the dacha; it unexpectedly fell apart, and he would fix the wiring somehow another time.