Author: Veronica
Description of sex story: Stories about sexual relationships between relatives: mother, father, son, daughter, brother, sister, aunt, uncle.
I carried the events of that time for a long time in myself, not wanting to tell even a close friend about it, but by chance I got to this site and after reading candid stories decided to confess. Only the name is fictional. I did not live in my mother’s family, t. To. She had a new family in which she had her sons, my so -called brothers. We never got out together. I once visited my mother’s family when I was 10 years old and after that we did not meet for a long time. During this time, I successfully married, gave birth to a child and decided to visit my mother and brothers in one of the years. The meeting with my mother was cool and I went to my brother in a neighboring village. His joy knew no bounds, we could not get enough. We hugged, kissed as abnormal, and his young wife was happy, looking at us. We went for a walk with him, talk about life and could not talk. So many events have happened over the years! When we returned home in the evening, we were waiting for a wonderful dinner prepared by his wife. There was a repair in their apartment and only one room was suitable for housing, their bedroom, in which there were two beds. They put me on one, young people fell on the other. We could not stop and continued to whisper with brother in the dark.
His wife invited us to lie down together so that we could talk quieter and not interfere with her to sleep, she should get up early to drive to drive into a herd of cows. He moved to me, we continued to whisper quietly, but I felt a shiver piercing us both, I realized that we really want each other. Brother also felt this and we, on command, turned to each other with our backs and tried to move back as far as possible in different directions. It seemed to me that everything around was sparkling with this tension. How then his wife did not feel it? It was impossible to trust us so then, because this feeling flared suddenly, besides our will. In the morning we were still able to fall asleep. When I woke up, on the nightstand near my bed there was a huge bouquet of flowers, which my brother pulled for me while I was sleeping. My brother likes to get a shepherd for the summer: all day in the fresh air, near the river, forest and nobody. You can sunbathe all day, read the book, and even receive a salary for it. After breakfast, he offered to go to work with him and I, of course, agreed. The day was sunny, we, collecting food for a day, sat on horses and galloped to the pasture. Because of the heat of the cow, they lay calmly, peacefully on Solce, not demanding attention. My brother tried with all my might, so that I liked it there. We jumped on the distillation and I saw how he admires my slender figure and hair developing in the wind. I saw that he always admires me when I say, when I smile, there were so much warmth in his glazes, affection, admiration. Men always admired me, but no one looked at me anymore. Soared, jumping from the horses, we quickly divided and ran into the river. I did not feel the slightest shame when my brother took off all the clothes completely, I just without hesitation followed his example.
We played in the water like children, drowned each other, laughed and knew that we were here completely alone. It seemed that we were alone on the whole planet. Only the sun, glare, spray and its blue, beautiful eyes echoed in color with the azure of the sky. I drowned in these bottomless eyes. When we got out of the water and lay on the blanket, he turned his face to the side said that he loves me madly, I said that I am too, but he continued that he loved me not only as a sister, but also as a woman. He fell in love with first sight. I felt the same. I hugged his shoulders, he turned his face to me and looked at me with a gentle look, then slowly began to bring his face closer to me and slightly touched my eyes with my eyes. Then he already kissed my face, neck, chest, stomach, going down lower and lower. I began to repeat after him, we kissed my friend completely. Oral sex was not accepted with my husband, it seemed to me something not very decent, or something, in a word, I thought that decent people did not do this. But then something unpredictable happened to me. When I reached the kisses of the abdomen, I saw a tense member of my brother in front of me. I irresistibly wanted to take him in my mouth. I did it. It didn’t seem to me for a second that I was doing something dirty, on the contrary.
I slowly sucked his cock, caressing my mouth. I caressed my lips, my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, I drove my member on my face and plunged bliss, then I wanted him to end my mouth, I accelerated my movements and feel the approaching orgasm. When I strongly, but not painfully squeezing his testicles, I felt the taste of sperm. I drank it with pleasure, suffering not to lose a drop and was surprised to myself that I was not just able to decide on it, but that I was experiencing such bliss from this. It was the best blowjob in my life. I loved this man with my heart, body, soul. We were one whole. We experienced double love for each other: we were not just in love, we were relatives by blood. All day we caressed each other, dissolving in each other. The next day, feeling guilty to his unsuspecting wife, I was about to leave. He was killed, cried like a child, buried in my knees. Said that we can leave for a city where no one knows us and sign. We have different surnames and patronymics, I already have a child, he was ready to divorce his wife while there were no children. I left without an answer. The end of this story is sad. I did not dare to marry with him then, for divorce with my husband, etc. D. He came many times, persuaded, and I laughed that my mother imagined as a daughter, maybe he would love to love as a daughter -in -law. Then his wife became pregnant, or rather she was already pregnant when I arrived, at an early stages. And this fact seemed to have set all points over and. They later had another child, I divorced my husband, moved to another city, and then immigrated to the west. Neither mother nor brothers know about my whereabouts, they do not know anything about me, and I will never return there again. We will never meet with these people again. And who would I come there now, the former mistress of my brother? Yes, he divorced by the way, I don’t know what he told his mother, but she was looking for me. When I arrived in the city where I used to live, the neighbors handed me a letter in which she asked her neighbors to report me, and there was a phrase in a letter that her brother was worried, went crazy where I was gone. They had not previously worried and did not look. The neighbors answered them from my presentation that I no longer live here, the apartment belongs to other people and nothing is known about me.
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