Hermanos gemelos

This is the story of how two identical twin brothers ventured into passionate incestuous territory. I looked at him with the intensity with which one looks at what is most longed for, while one of my hands caressed his face and the other slowly descended towards his cock. His surprise was as great as my desire to merge with him once and for all into a single being. It would be hypocritical of me not to admit that there were countless nights in which I dreamed of my brother making me his. Because yes, I understand that the concept of making it mine, as men often say, is something quite outdated. But I truly wanted to be his, completely, in body and soul. And that night I was willing to do anything, so my hand didn't stop until I felt the hardness of that cock with which I had fantasized so many nights. He wanted to say something. Something I wouldn't have liked. So I preferred not to risk it and silenced his words by joining my lips to his. In the exact instant when we kissed, there was no going back. Manuel and I are twins. From minute zero, it became complicated for me to navigate this world, and I proved it by flatly refusing to inhabit it. But good, afterwards, some things improved. And I'm convinced that it was thanks to him. I always was his protégée, a small and graceful extension of his body that lived to please him and make him feel good. He returned my attitude with affection, protection, putting me first and defending me always. Always. That was the word that triggered what I'm telling you today. I don't know if I ever thought it, but I think I always assumed that we would always be together, that nothing or no one would interrupt our relationship. And by relationship, I mean only the bond of twins. But one afternoon too similar to all the others, something changed completely, putting on the table the possibility that that always might have an end. Manuel ended the kiss abruptly, almost violently, Putting one hand on my chest and moving away from him. It was the first time in eighteen years that I felt his rejection. It was as if his hand were a slow and tearing knife stabbing into my heart. My initial reaction was to push him back and say: 'What's wrong with you?'. He looked at me with a strange face, bordering on horror. More than angry, he seemed surprised. 'Do you really ask what's wrong with me?' I remained silent, and he continued: 'Does it seem normal to you what just happened?' 'It seems abnormal that we've waited so long to do it' I replied naturally and completely frankly 'I love you'. 'I also love you, Martina. But not like this. Not for doing these things. This isn't right. I was nervous. I couldn't keep my eyes on yours. I approached him and took his hands. He trembled as much as I did, which I didn't know how to interpret as good or bad. 'Look at me, it's me. Do you need anything more to be happy?' The movement of his face showed that he perfectly understood what I was saying. The possibility that that forever had an end began the day he confessed that he was in love with Jazmín, a silly girl who went to school with us since kindergarten. I never really got along with her because of the closeness she had with my brother. Maybe it was my instinct as a twin, but she was the only person for whom I felt some kind of threat. Because yes, losing him or at least sharing him would be enough to start a war. And after thinking and rethinking during several nights, I decided that the only weapon I had was with my love. A love that goes far beyond brotherly love, twin love, or the love between two parts of the same thing. Besides, I've always been aware of the way he looked at me. I feared his response to my question about whether he needed anything more to be happy, so I went back to kissing him, this time with violence, holding my arms around his back as if it depended on my life. I put all the force I had and even more into not letting it happen again that he tripped and fell onto the bed with his back to me. I pulled my lips away from his for a moment, and in his eyes I saw terror. But when I felt the terrible erection between his legs, I understood that he was feeling many more things. Look how you are, I said, grabbing his cock with force. What is this? How do you explain it? Do you still think about me as your sister when all the blood rushes to your cock? Unconsciously, I expected a new rejection, but I was pleasantly surprised when his mouth came back to mine again, while his hands squeezed my ass tightly. It was a powerful kiss with lots of tongue and bites. There was blood, but it was impossible for me to tell if it was from his mouth or mine. I pulled away from him, savoring the metallic taste of blood. I sat on his legs, took off my sweater and bra, and brought my tits to his face. He sucked them, even more violently than the kiss. In his agitation, years of repressed desire were visible. I felt like I was in heaven, just as we were starting. Do you like my tits? Yes? Give me a hand, suck all of them. Get all your desires out, little brother. My words seemed to increase his hunger. The hardness of his cock pressed against my pussy called me to screams, so I jumped out of his grasp and got down. I took off his pants and boxers at the same time, seeing how his beautiful cock rose up to meet my face like an imposing mast without a flag. Nothing was better suited for that mast than my tongue, like a banner from hell ready to destroy everything in its path. The intensity was so great that it intoxicated me, and I ate his cock in one bite. With the first thrust, I already started to feel queasiness, but there was no possibility of stopping myself. I sucked his cock as if it had been the reason for my existence. His excited gasps were the sweetest melody in the universe, and they encouraged me. to follow, to download so many years of hunger onto the delicious cock of my little brother. That day I chased him around the house asking for explanations like a jealous girlfriend. It didn't fit in my head the idea that he could feel what he said he felt about Jazmín's pussy. By chance or destiny, we ended up in our parents' bed. In that place that had always been a kind of sacred temple, on that bed where we had been conceived many years ago, it was there that we both lost our virginity. I was enjoying Manu's cock so much that I think I lost track of time. I came back to reality when he took me by the hair and pulled me away from his cock. He stood up, and I imitated him. He took off his sweater and pants, which were tied around his ankles. He knelt down in front of me, made me turn around, and lowered my pants and thong so that he could proceed to suck my ass with enthusiasm. I loved how he did it, so I put one of my legs on the bed for him to have a better angle of vision and suction from his knees. After a while, he had me lie down in the center of our parents' big bed, and then knelt between my legs, preparing to suck my pussy. He was obviously aware that I still retained my virginity, so he sucked it delicately without anything entering it yet. Both of us, although unconsciously, had always known that the first thing to enter my pussy would be his cock. And that's what happened a few minutes later. Like in a strange surreal scene, his head appeared from below and asked in a solemn tone, very out of timing: Are you ready? Between sighs, moans, and slight convulsions, I replied without looking at him, so I don't know if he reacted to it. The next thing I felt were his lips, hurried and warm, on mine, while one of his hands was friccionaba the word: pussy with frenzied intensity. I searched for his cock, hard and hot, and with one hand directed it towards my word: pussy. It felt alive, pulsating, even more rapidly than our hearts. I supported him at the entrance of my word: pussy and a kind of electric discharge made us shudder instantly. For the first time since everything started, we looked into each other's eyes and smiled. On his face, I saw myself. And I know that on my face he also saw himself. The sensation of peace invading the atmosphere was totally intoxicating. He began to press his cock against my word: pussy with delicacy, enjoying every second. Click. It didn't sound, but I felt it breaking like a celestial melody. His cock slid slowly into the interior of my word: pussy as if that had been its natural trajectory, its main function in the world. Feeling him inside me was the most pleasant sensation of my life. It hurt, burned, but the pleasure was infinite. Stopping for an instant and not taking his eyes off mine, he asked: 'Are you okay?' To which I replied: 'Put it all in, please.' And so he did, with softness, without going crazy. A warm liquid invaded me from inside, while his cock hit the bottom of my word: pussy. 'Move' I whispered to him. And he started moving softly. His cock went in and out of my word: pussy, filling every possible space. He kissed me again, and the kiss while he was holding me was millions of times better than anything else. Taking him by the hip, I marked the rhythm, which was becoming more intense. At a certain moment, I had to stop doing it, as the way he was holding me was perfect. 'Yes, my love, like this, don't stop please, hold me tighter.' My words had an immediate effect on his being, so I felt him more and more inside me. As the pleasure increased, his cock seemed to be growing bigger inside me. It hurt, how it hurt, but it was beautiful. Marti, I'm going to cum -- said between gasps. I took him again by the belt to force him to accelerate the rhythm. The thrusts were short, as he wasn't allowed to move away from the pleasure zone that much. But at the same time they were getting more powerful, like hammer blows on a wall. Everything around us disappeared, the total existence concentrated between my legs, with my pussy totally soaked and his cock pounding me violently. I couldn't take it anymore, the excitement was making me feel like I was floating on a wet, electric, and hot cloud. The pleasure was overwhelming when I felt the overpowering discharge of cum in my interior, while my pussy faced him with a torrent of reddish juices. Manu fell onto me, caressing my face with his warm breathing. Around me all I saw were color lights that kept twinkling, while my ears were invaded by his deafening breathing. I took hold of his hair, pulled him towards me, and sought out his mouth. A bitter-sweet taste invaded my palate, making me come out of the stupor. After the kiss, we looked at each other smiling. Who wasn't smiling was Maite, our older sister. Maybe she had been watching us from under the picture frame since who knows when, her arms crossed and very serious. The beautiful love encounter we had just lived, was turning into something totally uncertain, that would probably determine the course of our lives forever