San Valentín con mi hermano (hermanos l)

The second part is available at: https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5371888/Mi-madre-y-mi-hermano-lo-hacen-hermano-ll.html Have you ever dreamed of any incestuous fantasy? Having relationships (more than family) with a consanguineous member? If you answered NO to these questions, better stop reading this story because it's exactly about that. The 15th of February usually is a gray day for many people, especially those who feel alone and think they're the most miserable people on the planet. In this case, I'm sorry to say I include myself in that group, at least during the events being told. On the 14th of February, I also had a bad time. I had broken up with my boyfriend two days earlier, Valentine's Day was a real bummer. I didn't want to know anything. It seemed like my older brother, Hugo, who I'll call him that, was in the same mood too. For academic reasons, we were both on recess from university and had been putting up with each other at our parents' house for several weeks, since they were still together and fighting for their relationship then. We didn't have a bad time with Hugo; it's just that we two were already grown-ups and didn't understand each other as well as before, in another wave, on another path or however you want to say it. The day mentioned was a bit worse than usual. I don't want to deceive anyone; I really love my brother and am sure he would do a lot for me, but sometimes he's just unbearable. Our parents had gone out for dinner on the lovers' day and we were left alone at home. Just the two of us. We didn't plan anything together; I'd cook dinner like most times and then lock myself in my room to watch Netflix. That horrible adaptation of The Witch wouldn't be seen alone. In short, just the two of us at home. Being a pest from early on, half-angry, I yelled a few things at him, including I don't know how Alison puts up with you, Alison was his girlfriend, was, because he replied she doesn't, she left me today and then came an uncomfortable silence. I decided not to say anything else and went to bathe early, in case the water didn't take some of the blame away. As I left, everything started. Outside, Hugo was waiting for me, it seemed he had rehearsed his response because we began to argue. We argued badly. I was alone with my bathrobe on and both of us were shouting, right outside the bathroom. The situation escalated and he, in a sudden move, grabbed me by the hands. I struggled dramatically and since things couldn't get any better, my bathrobe fell to the floor. I ended up like God brought me into the world in front of my brother, with our hands clasped together. The uncomfortable silence returned. Only for a moment until he, against all possibility, attacked me. I didn't do anything while he was fondling my breasts, buttocks and pushing me against him. I didn't say anything when he sucked on my nipples and put his hand in his pants. What was happening? A thousand things were going through my head and finally I reacted, saying weakly: -No Hugo!- which obviously only served to do the opposite, he pushed me against the wall and his fingers invaded my crotch. His fingers entered me and the heat rose up to my head. That's how it was, my brother was masturbating me, but that was the least of what would happen, only I didn't know it yet. By then, I was so wet that I didn't want him to stop, but I grabbed the part that was dying of shame and wriggled free, ran and melodramatically tripped over my bathrobe. Like following the script of a bad erotic novel, I fell to the floor, turned over onto my back and looked at my brother, who had already opened his pants. I couldn't help but look at his member, which he was holding with his hand, big, veiny, with a red head and thick foreskin. I froze. He didn't. He lay on top of me and penetrated me. I reached the clouds. My vagina received his cock kindly. He made love to me right there on the floor, me naked him only with his penis out. It was as if time had stopped and he couldn't wait to possess me. But if there was time, he let me know between moans when I asked him to take me away. sofa. He lifted me up and we arrived at the living room. We screwed like rabbits. Again and again. I lay down on the sofa and opened my legs invitingly. He grabbed me however he wanted. Holding my ankles, with my feet on his shoulders, with my closed legs, with my open legs and in all possible ways. Of course, he must have seen so many porn videos that he knew by heart all the positions in which one could penetrate a sister. At least I came twice, gave it my all, opened up, pressed, and fantasized. My brother was screwing me, quite hard, and couldn't handle all those sensations. My vulva exploded and when he got on the sofa to mount me, I felt his penis rubbing against me from inside. When he started jumping over me, I could see colors I didn't know existed. I screamed and cried from so much pleasure. Never had a penis made me feel this way, of course my mom must have given birth to me just to receive that beautiful member. When he finally got tired, he withdrew his penis from my interior and fell exhausted beside me. I took some air and energy. I had turned over. But I didn't take long to want more and I mounted him again, facing him. My breasts in front of him, so he could caress and eat them, whatever he wanted, it didn't matter, his penis was well inside, even behind my navel and I moved my waist just enough to feel him. Suddenly, I felt very bad about the things I had said. Yes, like those unknown people who say I love you after fuck, totally unnecessary. But I insisted, naked and penetrated, asking for forgiveness, he told me it didn't matter. And less well because I wouldn't know how to grab dignity to get up from a cock that made me feel so good. He started telling me about how Alison had left him and I stopped moving my waist, as if to give seriousness to the conversation. At that moment, it was like I had to do it. He wasn't stopping touching my breasts during his story. Then I lost control. By then, I was a mass of uncontrollable emotions. Perhaps because his words were so sad, because I saw my brother alone on February 14th, because I was reflected in his story. Or because I was having sex with my blood brother. The reason didn't matter as I grabbed his hands and got close to his chest, telling him how much I felt for his situation and that he deserved a good person. At that moment we looked at each other. And we kissed. They would probably think it was normal since we had made love uncontrollably. They're wrong. His lips on mine felt, at least, weird. We both stopped and moved our faces away, red like ripe peppers. I know, in retrospect, I was totally naked in front of him. Hugo had put his penis in me so many times that if we measured it, we could have turned the house around four times. My vagina was so wet wanting him and in fact, the kiss happened when he had his cock well inserted inside. But that didn't matter or I thought about it. The kiss was weird. I just wanted sex, right? I messed up all my ideas by getting up, Hugo tried to stop me but I turned my back on him. And sat down on top of him. I started giving him slow thrusts, slowly. While hiding my face and fleeing from his gaze. For the next few minutes neither of us spoke or moaned, only a light applause was heard when I sat down, even feeling like my brother lost hardness. What was happening? I had ruined it. I got up again and knelt in front of him. Hugo tried to speak but I told him to be quiet. I took his penis and started masturbating him, very close to my face. I stopped thinking and focused on giving him a masturbation. Apparently he also stopped thinking as much because his cock recovered its erection. - Are you going to jerk off too? - I joked, retaking my annoying sister attitude. Everything was fine, this would end and never happen again. That feeling wouldn't be felt again. At least that's what I thought. Now it was his turn to shut up, he told me literally by taking a hold of my hair My mouth to his cock. I opened my lips, this time oral, to receive that beautiful cock on my tongue. I sucked and licked as well as I knew how. I devoured his foreskin delicately, put it in like that, covered until the bottom of my throat, discovered it with my tongue and then put it back in, until my bell rang with his gland. And that was only halfway there. To get to his balls, I had to swallow more. He held me every time he went all the way in. His penis was so hard and judging by the sounds Hugo produced, he was close to coming. I kept sucking it, thinking about where I would make him come. Maybe on my breasts, he dedicated a lot of time to them, maybe they liked it. I took it out of my mouth and masturbated him completely focused. Every vein, every fold, his hardness and color. Everything was beautiful, I wanted to eat him whole. His smell, strong like a man mixed with my own fluids, that salty taste of the transparent liquid produced by all penises. Envious, simply said To hell and just when Hugo exploded, I put it in my mouth. One, two, three jets with respective spasms filled my mouth. The smell of semen flooded my nasal fossae and that particular taste, not sweet, something salty and something acidic, which semen has, filled me completely. The fourth and fifth spasm I didn't wait for. Hugo hadn't masturbated or was an incredible producer of sperm. There was so much semen that some drops escaped from the corners. I had to swallow it hastily not to choke. I usually don't swallow semen, but on this occasion, I did like water for a thirsty person. I swallowed twice and still had some in my mouth. It didn't matter to me. I put my brother's penis back in and finished swallowing and cleaning it up. - I asked for pizza a while ago - Hugo's response after five minutes of cleanup, his penis was getting hard again, but I was already totally used up. - If you keep going like this, I'll have to repeat, little sister - He joked, at least I thought he joked, I stopped. give him oral sex just in case. I got up, went to take another bath and got dressed again. When I returned to the living room my parents had come back and from their long faces it seemed that dinner hadn't been as romantic as they had expected. I need to clarify that I decided not to brush my teeth. And as a detail I ate pizza with the taste of my brother still in my mouth. We didn't talk much. We ate quickly and he went to sleep. I stayed for a bit longer in the living room and then went to my room, still dizzy from the roll, trying not to think too much about the consequences. It shouldn't happen again, clearly, that is to say, the love of siblings isn't like what we did in the living room. There was chocolate on my bed. I closed the door but didn't lock it. Maybe sibling love can be this way