I ended up confined with my older brother and we had a great time


Lying on that bed she kept thinking about how she got there, that situation. And I remembered the precise moment when it all began, with Mom on the phone.

—If mom, we've had a fight, don't worry I'll find a place to stay. No, I can't move in with you, even if I work from home because of the damn virus, you live too far away, ”I explained to my mother after telling her about my final dispute with Javi, my partner.

Without knowing very well how to solve the ballot, in full confinement, but with clear ideas, I could not continue living with him, even if we had decided that due to the situation I could stay as long as necessary.

In the following days things got worse and worse, until my mother called again, according to her with a solution:

"Honey, I've already solved it, you can move in with your brother

"Mom, how do you think?"

"He has already accepted it." 

She's waiting for you tomorrow, don't argue with your mother, pack your bags and pass on that guy. I already know that living with your brother does not excite you, but it will only be a few days, until you can find something, that these days you cannot do because of the confinement.

And that's how despite the differences that I had always had with my brother, I ended up at his house.

That it is not that we got along badly, we just barely got along, by character, due to the difference in age (almost twenty years) he was the reason why my parents got married at eighteen and I an escape, at almost forty. We hardly lived together, since when I was born he went to study abroad, when he came back he barely had time for a baby, then he got married, while I was growing up and when my father died somehow he took care of "us" although in the distance from living in another city, from returning after her divorce.

He received me with the face of few friends and, clearly sensing the pressure that Mom had put him under, I told him:

"I'm sorry, it will only be a few days, Claudio," I said sorry for the situation

—It's okay Alejandra, come on I'll tell you what your room is

The first two weeks we settled in well, we barely saw each other in the routines that we had turned into free breakfasts, the meals that he was in charge of preparing and the dinners that I prepared, as we established from day one. There was a shopping list and despite his complaints I would leave the money for one part every Friday and he would do it over the phone.

But that very night something had changed. It all started when I got out of the shower before dinner and I heard him down the hall, he was in his room and he was talking to someone, a man by voice:

"Yes, now I live with my sister, so forget about skipping confinement and riding is bacchanal in my house ... Don't you believe it?" Well, I don't know how to explain it to you already!

"I make a video call to you and you show me that presumed sister," I heard the other voice, just before I heard my brother curse.

He was still smiling when my brother peeked out the door….

"Sorry, I thought you were dressed," he said when he saw me only with the bathrobe

    Want something?

—You see… I don't know how…

"Let's see brother, give me a minute and I'll go out to the living room to greet your distrustful friend ... and if you don't look at me with your face, your curses could be heard from here ...

Finally something fun was happening and I really wanted to have a little fun, so I took out of the closet my most bare-bones pajamas, which consisted of the kind of pants that barely cover the ass and a tank top, which I should have bought one size larger by the neckline, and I went to the living room.

It was worth it, just to see my brother's face when, even without looking at me, he had started to turn the mobile saying, “my sister comes here, distrustful”, and when he looked at me his expression changed.

"Hi, my brother's friend, I'm Alex… delighted," I said, bending down a bit, which gave both of them a broader view of my cleavage.

"Hi Alex, delighted, can I ask you a question?"

-Clear

"If you are his sister." Who of the two is adopted? Because either that, or your mother improved the machine a lot over the years ... very pleased to meet you Alex.

"Don't go overboard, buddy," my brother said while I laughed.

And to top it off, I leaned on his thighs and I blew a kiss on the phone saying goodbye

"Tato, the oven is already hot, I'm going to put the pieces in, don't delay" and turning around, I went barefoot and on tiptoe, wiggling my hips well towards the kitchen, followed by the cell phone that my brother was turning, and by his own gaze

When he returned he was in a fury and while he was setting the table like every night while I was taking out the pizza he told me:

—What were you playing dress like that? Now my friend thinks I live with a wolf instead of my little sister.

"It's not that bad either, can I be your little sister and not a wolf?"

"Today you are ... impossible," he said pissed off, starting to eat.

"Come on, don't be mad, I just wanted to have a little fun," I told him and at the end of dinner

- And your option to have fun is to put my friend on the verge of a heart attack? –He said removing and the table

"I'm sorry," I said resting my hand on his shoulder.

"Leave it alone, I'll be in my office, I have a lot of things to do before I go to bed," he said, sneaking away.

And so we got to that bed where I kept turning everything over, but above all that look of my brother predominated, the heat when I put my hand on his shoulder, the tension, the desire I had in that moment of action and as without As soon as I realized it, my hand slipped under my pants, as I looked for my clitoris between the lips of my sex and began to stimulate it, without haste ... as after a while I heard his steps in the hall and wondering how I would sleep, I put two of my fingers forward and I furiously penetrated, moving in and out of me already flooded with sex, I added a third listening to him, imagining him, feeling how the orgasm was approaching and finally I came, thinking that it was my brother's fingers that gave me pleasure and I ended up biting the pillow not to moan while I came as it had not happened in a long time.

The next day, even looking at him during breakfast I was ashamed, remembering what I had done the night before, but there was no going back, something had changed with my game, with his gaze, with my masturbation ... I was no longer able to cross my mind. the house with my brother, now every time we met, I came across a male, with whom I began to fantasize and wish, forgetting who he was a little more every day.

And all that brought other consequences such as my way of dressing, for example, I put aside my long pajama pants and T-shirts and taking advantage of the warmth of the heating, I began to wear my pajamas of the style of the night of the call and the like, enjoying each time I hunted my brother looking at me, when I thought I was not aware of it. Another consequence was the constant friction, which I myself tried to make happen, especially in the kitchen, which was where we spent more time together.

"I think next week we can start dating a bit," he said at the end of that new week.

"I have heard that, although it is not clear to them yet." You must be crazy to get out of here and see your friends –I told her

—Nor do you think I'm very sociable, although this is killing me, being locked up ...

"And with me ... you can finish the sentence, little brother," I said, making a sorry face.

—It's not because of you baby, on the contrary, I thought we'd get along worse

"Me too, although there's not much time to fight either, as soon as we eat you sneak into your office and from there to your room, which on the other hand is not uncommon for you to get bored

—And what do you want us to watch TV, to sing in the garden?

-For example

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that I'm not very on TV and in the garden for a few days you would sing, with the little clothes you always wear, you'd take a hit the first day," he said, brightening my day with his words.

- Do you think the way I'm dressed is wrong? If it's only you and me, I'm comfortable

—It's not that I think it's bad and more than dressed most days you go undressed and if you're comfortable ...

—You are not

"Let's leave the subject Alex, go as you want, I don't want to argue about your clothes or lack of them" and he left the kitchen again in a fury.

That night I masturbated again thinking of him ... in his hands, in his smell, as was customary every night, but that night something changed, as soon as I started my self-love session, I heard a noise in the next room. A hoarse moan… was my brother masturbating?

My window was next to hers, I approached and pricked up my ear to hear her unmistakable moans, which returned my hand inside my panties, her gasps rose in intensity, quickly and my hand accelerated with them ... I bit my lips but did not silence my moans, sitting under the window I whimpered while I came and her moans stopped for a few seconds, there was silence, then a few steps, and suddenly I heard her breathing again, this time clearer, closer, her moans now unmuffled and my fingers returned to the attack, he penetrated me furiously to the rhythm of those noises, and finally without brakes I whimpered an "I come" and just before my orgasm exploded ... the noises stopped, I heard a snort and I knew that he was also coming with me, on the other side, by her window.

The next day neither of us was in a hurry to leave, in the end I heard him go out for breakfast.

We looked at each other for a moment and without speaking we opted for the shortest path, that of not talking about what happened, as if not talking about it could mitigate what happened, which deep down we were both coldly ashamed.

But night came again and despite repeating to myself that I was wrong for more than half an hour, that he was my brother, I ended up succumbing to what I wanted, over what was correct and I brought the armchair to the window, I opened it ostentatiously and I sat waiting for an answer, the minutes passed, somehow I even waited for him to hit the brakes, almost with the same intensity that he wanted his window to open. But nothing happened, until it happened, I heard footsteps in his room, the dragging of something and finally when I decided to go back to my bed and quench my desire in silence, I heard his window.

My lips curved into a smile first and then I nibbled on them when my hand slipped between my legs again, that night with nothing to slow the advance of my fingers between the folds of my already soaked sex, which was getting more wet with my caresses , with her ragged breathing, with the unmistakable sound of her masturbation, right there, with only a thin wall separating us. And the intensity of my caresses increased, and that of my gasps, in nothing I stood at the doors of orgasm, which I was not willing to stop or shut up.

"I'm running," I whimpered between spasms.

And when my body was still trembling I heard:

"Don't stop Alex, keep touching you for me, I want you to come again, I've been thinking about this all day, wanting this." What the hell, I've been days, weeks ... come with me Alex ...

And my fingers were now penetrating me furiously, his words clouding my senses ...

"For days when I have not known what it is to be an hour at a time without an erection, when this time comes my balls hurt ...

Damn, how was I getting to hear my brother in that version, with that thick voice, with that breathing ...

"I can't anymore Alex, I'm going to cum, and I want to hear you again ... since yesterday I don't think about anything other than hearing your moans ...

And I gave him what he asked for

"Yes, I run, I run, I run ...

—And I Alex, and I little ...

Fuck it had been the most intense orgasm I could remember, my body was shaking when I returned to my bed and fell asleep with an idiot face.

That morning during breakfast again in silence, I looked at my brother and despite the pleasure I regretted seeing his condition, he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, he knew he was sorry and even so he could not help it, when our glances met, he smiled sadly and his eyes roamed my body, and mine his, and we both remembered ... and being brothers took us away from that desire, but he couldn't erase it ... then his mobile rang and he left the kitchen.

I didn't hear from him again until I heard him bustling around the kitchen and I looked out as usual to ask what to eat.

—My friend's pesky called, according to him he's in the neighborhood and asks if we have a plate of food for the total that they only come to snoop.

"I'm going to change," I told him when I saw that he looked at my uncooked outfit as always.

-Thanks Alex

I arrive at noon, he was nice, sticky and somewhat pessimistic, younger than my brother, they were co-workers and he did not stop throwing things at me.

- Do you want to leave her alone, do you think she will follow you? Don't you see that we are floats for her?

—Speak for yourself, I'm younger

-Five years…

—Come on guys, be at peace, you are both interesting grown-ups, very nice and funny

—That's equivalent to “go fuck yourself” –said the friend and my brother laughed like never before.

We had coffee, they had a few drinks, we ended up playing cards and by late afternoon, he was still there, I said I was going to shower and he offered to invite us to have a pizza dinner, my brother defeated seeing that he did not think to leave I accept And when we wanted to find out it was almost twelve o'clock and they were both more than happy after an intense day of relaxation and talks, after so many isolated days.

"Come on, there's a free room, you can't drive in these conditions, I'm going for a pair of shorts so you can sleep ... but you're leaving tomorrow and I don't want to see you for weeks," my joking brother said, corresponding to his friend's hug.

"Macho, you're my best friend," said the other in a thick voice down the hall.

—You'll see what a hangover tomorrow colleague

And when he entered the other bedroom my brother went to his and leaning into mine said:

—He's a good guy, he gets boring sometimes, but he's nice. Sorry, I'm going to get his things before he comes ...

"It's okay, I just feel like he left me without a window today," and his mischievous smile warmed me almost as much as his moans.

I got into bed smiling but frustrated, since he just discovered that touching me without hearing him had lost interest to me.

That night I thought about it a lot and despite trying, I couldn't help it, I wanted him and that was stronger than knowing that he was wrong, or perhaps it even multiplied it and the curiosity of being my brother made everything even wilder, but I needed to touch me ... and thinking about that I fell asleep.

The next day I heard early noises and heard them talking in the kitchen, I got up and they had coffee. The friend looked as if a train had run over him.

- How have my interesting grown-ups woke up?

"Not as well as you, unfortunately," replied the friend looking at my bare legs, and instinctively pulled at the shirt

My brother did the same when he returned to his coffee and his Tablet for a moment, and I let go of the shirt and bit my lip, keeping my dark gaze at him, until the other spoke again.

"Well I wouldn't go ...

"But you have to," my brother exaggerated pompously with joke.

And while his friend returned to the room to finish getting ready to leave, I took the opportunity to mess up my brother a bit, to continue where he had interrupted us ... in that look full of desire.

I turned around and crouched down, trying to get my shirt up, to show him my ass, then I went back to the table and let the baggy fabric slip off one shoulder as he removed things from the table before him and bent down so he had a complete view of my boobs.

- Are you aware that if he had been here right now he would not have left even with hot water? -Said my brother without hiding the desire in his eyes

"But he's not here, it's just you," I continued my game, challenging him

—Sister, you're playing with fire and we're going to burn

"I have after sum and a very good cream for burns and rubs," I said with a voice that didn't even recognize me, bending down even more

"Damn, he's going to leave in a few minutes and he's the only thing stopping me from not getting on that fucking table and having to bathe in that cream afterwards at least

And then before his look of amazement, he brushed his lips, I stood up, put my shirt on, turned my back to him and almost in the hallway, so that they could both hear me, I said to his friend:

"You're going to be late for work, it's really late, let's go!"

And I could hear my brother's loud laugh behind me, as his friend hurried out.

I went back to the kitchen listening, I made him another coffee the way he liked it, decaffeinated and with cold milk.

I pricked up my ears and heard him walk through the room, the silence of his stillness in which I could feel his doubts and again his steps moving away in the opposite direction, I knew that he wanted it the same as I did and was not willing to let the heat of my brother.

"I've made you another coffee Claudio, are you coming for it?" -I yelled

And as he approached I sat on the table, spread my thighs and placed the cup between them.

"Alex," he said, running up my legs, up to my thighs, to his coffee.

—You said that only your friend made you not bring me up to this table… and we will have to shower with the cream. Your friend is gone, I'm already at the table, you need this coffee and I take a shower and I don't care if it's cream ... What can go wrong? -I told him putting snouts

For a few seconds that seemed eternal I thought he was going to turn around and leave, his eyes, his gaze on fire ... even when he took two strides, and stood before me, grabbing the cup between my thighs, trying to barely brush my skin. with his knuckles, even at that moment I thought he would leave ... but he took a long drink without stopping looking into my eyes and then I knew he was not going anywhere, just in that moment before he put the cup aside and grabbed me of hair to tilt my head slightly back and lean over to eat my mouth.

I spread my legs more and he slipped in the middle, I clung to his neck and we devoured each other as if we had been hungry, thirsty for months and only our mouths calmed that desperate mutual need. His saliva wet my lips, my face, while I licked his tongue, his lips ... splashing in his mouth, while I melted, burned me, overflowed me ...

—Alex this is crazy

—Yes, little brother, you drive me crazy about that, you're right

"This is not right," he said after a sigh, over my mouth.

"We're going to hell, but I'm willing to risk it if you fuck half as well as you kiss."

"We must be in hell by now, little sister, because I'm on fire," he said after a loud laugh

—Then it would be best if you take off your clothes, I also notice how hot it is in this hell

"Well, if I've taken you to hell, little sister, at least I don't want you to have a bad time, let me relieve the heat," she said raising my arms

He raised my arms above my head, while bending over and now lifting my shirt ... God his lips kissed, his tongue licked and even his teeth nibbled every portion of skin that he bare, my sides, ribs, my torso ... I don't know how long it took to take off the happy shirt over my head, but all my skin was burning wet from his mouth and when I thought he could not be richer, I saw his perverted look, his devilish smile looking at my tits ...

"Fuck little sister," he said before licking one of my hard nipples, then the other...

Fuck, was he going to kill me with pleasure? Everything was spinning around me and I still hadn't removed my panties.

I took the opportunity between one moan and another, while he was sucking on my nipples to pull on his shirt, to pull it off while he complained when he turned his face away from the delicacy that my tits had become for him, even so he stood up to be undressed by torso and despite his complaints, I threw myself to devour him, to lick his nipples, to twist on the table to suck his little nipples ... and bite him.

"Ufff how you love me," my brother said hoarsely, brushing his knuckles against my panties.

I slid my ass, rubbed against these without stopping sucking him and he moaned… his fingers pushed the fabric aside and now it was me who moaned, who bit his shoulder when his deft fingers ran through my slit.

"You are very wet Alex, what a rich bitch," he said, sliding between my soaked lips

And I stuck my teeth in his flesh when his fingers penetrated me, I licked, I sucked his skin when he fucked me with them and I moaned like a possessed rubbing my nipples with hers while his thumb stimulated my clitoris and he kept going in and out with two fingers , with three…

"Don't stop, don't stop ... God I'm going to come

—Yes baby, do it ... come little girl, come

He sank his fingers in, looked for my mouth and uff ... I came like crazy, trembling at that table where I had been eating almost silently for weeks, now I was screaming at my brother's mouth that he licked mine, sucked it and even nibbled while his fingers they fucked mercilessly.

The pleasure still ran down my spine when I knew I wanted more, and I grabbed his cock over the loose pants, I squeezed his hard flesh and he groaned, I put my hand inside and I felt his heat ... how it throbbed while I lightly masturbated him ...

"I want cock little brother

"And I need to fuck you, my darling," he said, grabbing my panties while I, without letting go of his cock, raised my ass for him to take them off.

I opened up again while he took out his cock, he lowered his pants to mid-thigh telling me:

—Come on baby, take it to your hot pussy, let me put it in for you ... I'm dying to fuck your little pussy

Damn how it made me hear him in that version, with that horny tone in his voice ...

I went over my slit with his glans, wetting it while shaking it, rubbing every corner of my vulva with his hot and throbbing cock.

"Baby, I can't take it anymore ..." and taking my hand he grabbed it.

He placed it at the entrance of my cave, pressed and grabbing my ass he slid me across the table soaked with my juices, slowly digging into his cock, halfway ...

"Uff how hot you are Alex ..." He said pinching the meat of my ass, putting me almost on the edge of the table

I hugged his hips with my legs, intertwining my feet behind his ass, I clung to his neck, he put his hands under mine and we pushed our hips at the same time hitting each other ... nailing me and him digging into me ... possessed, without pause, against the table at times, almost in the air and held by his hands ... then he returned to the table. My feet were on his ass, on the sides of his hips climbing and his cock was hammering in, out, in ... fuck, faster and faster, deeper, out, calm, strong ... fuck, fuck, fuck ...

"I'm going to come honey, you have to ..." my brother shouted

"You don't believe it or your little brother," I said, sensing that he wanted to loosen up so as not to come.

And I rubbed my clit on his pubis, I rubbed my pelvis, he sank, I interlocked my feet when I noticed the trembling of his body and I came, imprisoning his cock with the spasms of my orgasm.

"Fuck Alex, fuck, I cum honey, I cum

"Yes, don't stop, don't stop fucking me," she sobs

I don't know if I came back to come or if it was the same one coming back while his semen hit the walls of my vagina, my uterus ... but it flew again as it had never done before.

Only then were we both aware of the doorbell as the answering machine picked up:

"I'm a mom, I'm out, you open me up, I'm going to have to play all day, I know you're there because you're confined and I'll bring you delicious food"


To be continued...


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