No One Does It Like My Little Brother
Growing up, my little brother and I had a very changing relationship. We CHERISHED each other as kids, played together all the time, shared everything (I'm only a little over a year older than him). But then adolescence came and we started changing. We didn't grow apart and we still loved each other a lot, but our tastes and attitudes clashed with each other. I was your typical popular girl that had dated a bit by the time I was 17. He was more reserved, but sharp minded, liked to be a pain in the ass with his close circle. He teased me a lot about anything he could tease me about. Context: we lived with in a tiny house with a single mom that worked double shifts to provide for us, so she wasn't around the house much by then. My brother and I shared a bedroom, separate beds of course.
One night, I came home early from a party after my then boyfriend unceremoniously dumped me. I was heartbroken, so I didn't precisely need my brother to tease me about it, which is exactly what he did. He woke up as soon as I came in, started saying shit about me being too high maintenance but also dressing slutty to get the attention of other guys. I was still a bit drunk, so I angrily pushed him. He landed on the bed and I sat on him and told him he didn't know the first thing about girls and he wouldn't even know what to do with one like me. As soon as I grabbed his wrists to pin him down, I could feel him getting hard under me, and I teased him. He tried to free himself, so I impulssively kissed him. He froze and got a full hard on. I didn't think about it: I pulled his pants down, he tried to free himself again, then I slid my panties aside and slipped him inside me. He was shocked, I felt powerful and too turned on to stop. He barely managed to say it was wrong when I grabbed his wrists with one hand and gagged him with the other (I was taller and heavier than him back then, he was way too skinny for a cock that big back then). I told him something like "shut the fuck up, you want this", and he stopped resisting as soon as I started moving. I grinded fast and hard on his cock, and he came inside of me within the minute, me drowning his moans with his hands. I loved the sensation of him feeling me up, but then came the regret. I knew what I had done. Ashamed, I told him to go back to bed and close the door. He complied, no questions. I went to sleep in the living room.
The next day was a bit difficult for me because I was aware of what I had done to him, and also heartbroken. But I apologized to him as soon as our mom left for work. He told me it was ok, that he actually had liked it, that it had been his first time and he was glad that is was with me. We hugged and we were awkward for a few days, but it was bound to happen again. We had tasted the forbidden fruit, we were two horny and single teenagers that spent way too much time on their own. One afternoon, he caught me after school crying again about my breakup. A hug gave way to a kiss, gave way to sex. That time no one subdued the other, we both enjoyed it, and did it more than once.
We haven't stopped being lovers since then, and we're the true, secret reason why we both have remained unmarried (despite ocassionally dating for fun and appearances). He was a lousy lover back then, but I show him the ropes about pleasing a woman, and now we have a very deep connection: emotional, sexual, a fulfilled (albeit secret) couple. He went through quite the glow-up, too. Now he's taller than me, more muscular, can actually carry me to the bedroom and pin me down to the bed to have his way with me. I've had many lovers throughout the years now, but none like my little brother.
