Back Together

Throughout our childhood, my younger brother Kyle and I would play together.
As we got older the play turned into exploring one another's bodies and sex.
Eventually as teenagers I seduced my brother into oral sex, giving his huge cock blow jobs daily.
It took some time, but once he'd licked and sucked on my pussy and arse, it became our thing every single day.
We'd settle into a sixty nine and give each other wonderful orgasms.
Then one Sunday morning with our parents out at a boot sale, Kyle entered my bedroom tongued me like never before, rose up my body and slid his cock into my soaking wet pussy.
I'd wanted it for so long, but had held off, it being the ultimate taboo and maybe a step too far.
However once he began fucking me, there was no stopping us, and no going back.
We soon became the most intense of lovers with Kyle taking my anal virginity too, not long after fucking me for the first time. And if anything, I loved him fucking my arsehole more.
College for me, then him broke our sexual relationship, as did meeting other people.
Yet every now and then we'd get together and feed one anothers sexual needs.
Life moved on as it does and I met someone who I thought was the one.
Our marriage lasted three years, but throughout there was a nagging sexual doubt. A feeling of it not being everything to me.
Kyle hadn't gotten married, but had had lots of brief very sexual relationships. All with women who looked very similar to me.
January this year. At two in the morning I get a text off Kyle to say he misses me in every way and could he visit.
My husband is blind drunk downstairs after being out with his mates all night.
Leaving the house, I drove over to my brother's place and within minutes we were naked and giving each other oral sex.
It was as if there had been no time separation between us.
And over the following two hours the sex was amazing.
Kyle took me in all my holes and the fulfillment I'd longed for, returned perfectly.
I knew then it was my brother and our passion I'd missed all along.
Kissing him goodbye, I drove back home to find my husband snoring on the sofa.
Over the next month Kyle and I had more and more sex, and the sex became much more intense and involved.
There was nothing we didn't try, or want to try and it brought us incredibly close as lovers.
I was in love with him. Not just as a brother, but also as my sex partner and I wanted it permanently.
Then Covid happened and things got mixed up.
I was supposed to be seeing Kyle before lockdown, who had sent me some gorgeous pictures of himself naked and erect.
When I answered his message including lots of comments about what I love him do with his large cock, I sent the message to my husband.
Luckily I hadn't replied using Kyle's name.
But at home later, this after having hours of sex with my brother, my husband asked me when had I suddenly wanted to lick his cum coated cock, after he had fucked my arse.
I didn't answer the question in a straight manner, and avoided saying anything direct.
Basically he got suspicious and phoned Kyle.
That night I moved out of my home and into Kyle's place.
I wasn't proud I'd cheated on my husband, but then I couldn't help being true to myself and my brother.
Strange, my husband quickly moved on, but not with another female. He's now living with another man, someone who he'd met before our married ended.
Kyle and I are so happy and so in love. We don't care about other people's opinions, yet we don't flaunt our relationship either.

Stay true to your heart as long as your not hurting someone.