Secret, Forbidden Lovers
My little brother and I are lovers. We have been, on and off, since we were teenagers. At first it just happened. We were wrestling with each other in our house, while our parents were away. It was hot, we were in bathing suits, hormones were high… before we realized we were kissing and groping each other. When I felt him erect against me, we just gave in. It’s by sheer miracle that I didn’t end up pregnant, because he came inside me. I was 16 and he was 14. I was his first woman.
This went on intermittently for a couple of years, with longer pauses when either of us were dating someone else, although sometimes we did cheat with each other. We were just too hooked on the “forb***nness” of the whole thing. We stopped for a few years when I went away for college. We may have fucked on a Christmas during those years, but we basically made our lives away from each other during that period.
Which is why we were even more hooked when we resumed, years later. We were more sexually experienced, and when we fucked again… it was mind-blowing. I realized I had more intense orgasms when fucking him than I did with anyone else. Including my husband.
Now I’m 39, married and mother of one. At 38, my brother has managed to stay single all these years. We’re still lovers, which makes me feel guilty. I’m cheating on my husband for someone I can’t come out with publicly… but I can’t quit my brother either. I just can’t.
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