Sister of Vice

I don't know how most people feel about incest, but I always told everyone that there couldn't be a more depraved and sinful relationship. I was even ashamed to think about it, I would chase the thoughts away. Since childhood, I never allowed myself to appear naked or dressed provocatively in front of my brother, so as not to evoke a subconscious attraction to me as a woman in him.

We have a 6-year age difference; I turned 24 this year. I already have quite a rich sexual experience, and I've been married for 5 years now. It's a happy marriage, out of love on both sides, although my husband often goes on business trips and can be absent for a month at a time.

A couple of years ago, my brother bought an apartment

in a prestigious area and an elite building. At our mother's urging, he helped me and my husband buy a two-room apartment in the same building, and on the same floor at that, so we became neighbors. The older one lives right next door to us, me, his wife, and child.

One fine evening, I was sitting at home alone, browsing the internet, having an empty chat on a dating site, and exploring porn sites, which are so helpful for a young girl to cope with abstinence on lonely evenings. The doorbell rang. It immediately dawned on me that it was one of the neighbors, as they rang the apartment door, not the intercom. I was wearing a short silk tank top and tight-fitting shorts. I was just about to take a bath, which was filling with water. I was already imagining how I would undress, slowly sink into the warm foam, and start teasing my hot cave, pleasuring my clit with my finger. My pussy can be as sensitive and lustful as that of a mature, experienced woman.

So, filled with excitement and fantasy, I headed to the front door. Seeing my brother through the peephole, I opened it without a second thought. He casually walked into the apartment, not standing on ceremony out of habit. He basically considers our home his own:

 — Dima, hi. Do you want to tell me something, or did you just drop by? But why so late? — I asked, a bit taken aback, crossing my arms over my chest.

 — Yeah, I wanted to look something up online. Mine seems to have crashed, probably viruses. The wife and son went to the dacha, it's boring at home. I know you go to bed late.

I noticed the guy was a little embarrassed, started shifting from foot to foot, looking down at the floor. Despite his imposing appearance and line of work, he has enormous respect for women and is an excellent family man. In a word, as my mom says, he's not spoiled by women...

I went with Dimka into the room. A screensaver was floating on the computer monitor. The light was dim, which added a touch of eroticism to the room with its soft tones. A light scent of my spicy perfume hung in the air. It didn't occur to me to sit at the computer first and close the porn windows left over from my latest surge of desire. Deciding it was better to avoid the shame, I said indifferently:

 — Better restart this machine, because it shows all sorts of nasty stuff on its own sometimes. I'm going to lounge in the bath for about forty minutes.

Leaving my brother in the bedroom, which smelled of my juices and perfume, I locked myself in the bathroom and hurried to get into my favorite spot in the house — the jacuzzi. Sometimes I think I'm like a mermaid, for whom water is a natural habitat. I find peace in it. For the first five minutes, I tried to relax and calm my nerves, but the opposite happened; I became terribly aroused. And the most interesting thing was that the only thing in my thoughts was my brother's cock. I couldn't believe it, it was impossible, it had no right to creep into my head. Some single second defined my entire worldview, brought my whole essence to the surface. How I dream of seeing his little peg, touching it, and feeling it with my mouth... Right now, otherwise I won't survive...

My brother is only related through our mother. So, Dimka takes entirely after his father: tall, handsome, muscular, sexy, a hundred percent macho. He's so close, right here, we're completely alone in the house today. It's already night, I'm burning, and maybe he is too? I don't drink or take drugs, but I felt like I was under a heavy dose. My mind became clouded, a hammer pounded in my head, my stomach felt like a heavy stone, and a nagging pain in my groin pursued me. I came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that kept slipping off my small but perky breasts. I had to hold it with one hand. In the hallway, I looked at myself in the wardrobe mirror. My loose hair fell in small curls down to my waist. The curls were wet, giving them a kind of amazing shimmering shine. The strands elegantly emphasized my slender figure. I silently tiptoed into the bedroom. Dima was sitting at the computer with his back to me, engrossed in the American website I had left open. Apparently, he was trying to fight the desire and was squeezing IT through his pants with his hand.

 — My dear, my own, let me visit your cherished place at least once and stroke it. I promise it won't happen again, and we'll forget about it like a simple dream. Let's consider this an ordinary dream. — I whispered this as a request and a plea.

 — You've gone crazy, I don't believe it. This isn't right, what the... : — but I didn't let him finish. My lips pressed against his perfect lips and began to gently kiss my brother's mouth.

Dima reciprocated; he was unable to resist. What was going on in his pants I cannot describe; it's a masterpiece, it's a sex machine for real fucking. Salivating over my brother, I was naked and hot, my heart pounded in anticipation of ecstasy, goosebumps ran over my skin. For greater convenience, he stood up, without opening his eyes and without stopping to please my lips. At that moment, I felt as if I had glued myself to him. The grown-up boy mechanically grabbed my ass with his strong palms and slightly spread my buttocks. He kneaded my pert little ass like that, squeezed it, brought the halves together and spread them apart, so that after five minutes I was already coming long and hard. He understood this from my frantic convulsions but could no longer stop our depraved kiss. I've never had a kiss like that, and I think neither has he. Hastily, without breaking away from the sucking and battle of tongues, my fingers with long nails freed the huge cock into the open. God, how hard it is. I need to get closer to this pole quickly and feel the full delight of the taste of my own flesh. The girl's body slowly slid down; I got on my knees. Here it is, so close. The swollen head, what a clean and well-groomed organ my brother has, what wonderful balls and pubic hair... I couldn't believe my eyes — the cock hurried into my mouth, and it hurried so much that I almost choked on it. I was afraid to let it go, I didn't want it to end quickly. It felt very good to him; I orgasmed again, slightly biting his candy. My brother didn't give me a chance to enjoy this fairy tale for long; a wave of convulsions seized him. He came so powerfully that the boiling stream shot into my throat with a huge amount of sperm, and I choked. It became uncomfortable: shame and the reality of what was happening penetrated our minds. My dear ran for a robe, put it on me, hugged me very, very tightly, and said:

 — I'm sorry, don't think badly of me. I'm a man; sometimes I caught myself thinking about you, which is why I was afraid to start anything. I'm afraid it will be very hard for me now without your caresses. I've never had anything like this before, and couldn't have had with anyone.

To which I delicately, pulling myself together, replied:

 — So, we agreed not to discuss anything after this and to forget it like a dream. You understand me, Dima?...

Several months have passed, and my brother, as I asked, doesn't show any sign that anything happened between us. He still comes to visit me and my husband, jokes, gives gifts, we go for walks, and as a big family, we travel to dachas and visit friends. But more and more often, it seems to me that I love Dimka more than my husband and want him more than my husband, and I imagine intimacy with him, not with my husband. Now I can't think of anything else but fucking him without restrictions or prohibitions. What happened is not enough for me; I want more. I've started to feel a slight depression, I'm suffering. It's all inside, but some people notice my melancholy, and no one can figure out why.

If anyone has had something similar and has something to share, write to my address tyjа@rаmblеr.ru.