The Purest Sex A Girl Can Have Is Sex With Her Brother

The home I grew up in was on a large lot, with a big oak tree on it. The garage was off to one side, with a dirt driveway. We had the modern conveniences, but my mother insisted on sun drying our clothes whenever possible. Being the daughter I helped her with her chores. I have only good feelings of growing up. My father and brothers were pampered and taken care of. I never felt burdened or taken advantage of. My brothers had their chores, and I had mine.

Calamity came to our house when my middle brother was killed in a sky diving accident. It was the darkest of darkest days for me. I identified with my brother and anything naughty had been with him. I had given myself to him as a 'bride' when I was thirteen. I was his home wife, I looked after him. I suspect my mother had a sixth sense about us, but she never voiced it. And now with my brother gone, she held me and wouldn't release me. She told me she knew I loved him and losing your first love is the hardest.

It was not until I was in my late thirties that I let a man have me, to force his way and fuck me. It was a very unpleasant experience. I regretted it immediately and kicked him out with malice. I cried myself to sleep, feeling myself where he fucked me. I lay on my stomach with my finger in my vagina, which was filled with his semen. I tasted it. I used my finger to pull out his semen and I tasted it and swallowed it. I apologized to him and told him I hadn't been fucked since I was a high school girl and it overwhelmed me. If he was interested he could fuck me.

It wasn't romantic, there were no expressions of love, it was a man fucking a woman, and a woman with a dick in her vagina. After he fucked me I used my finger to pull out as much of his semen as I could and I sucked my finger clean, before going back for more. I never told him about that. It was during those days of that behavior that I realized I was grieving for my lost brother. But now a man owned me and he was leaving his semen in me. On one occasion, I positioned myself with my butt in the air and told him not to stop until he had filled me. To keep fucking me, not to stop.

I lay under him and think of those days I lay under my brother in our house with the oak tree. I can't help it. I give him as much sex as he wants, I don't refuse him. I've taken over most all of the chores for him, and don't complain about woman's work. I want his big strong hands to grab me, I want his embrace to immobilize me, I want his dick in me, I want his semen. I've decided to marry him, in spite of his first wife baggage. What I have not been able to do is blow him. I need to keep those memories of when I blew my brother, sucked the life right out of him.