cybal
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When you reach a certain age and experience enough you begin to see the world and life in a different light. Your time is limited and those around you are so special. That is how I feel about my brother, Dan. I have had a cake walk through life while he has struggled with alcohol and not finding that perfect match.
I am his older sister and have always had a special place for him. I have also had some special thoughts going way back to being teenagers but that is for another time. I want to tell you about a little party I threw for him.
Dan was coming up on five years sober and his girlfriend had left him. She had said some things to me in our last meeting that had gotten me to thinking.
"Sally, you know he loves you right? I mean really loves you," she said the night they broke up. We were having drinks after dinner and the boy were off shooting pool and we were sitting at the bar.
"He wrote, 'brother time' on my tits and took a picture," she explained. I was shocked and strangely turned on. I tried to play it off but how could I really? I have always caught his eyes lingering down my shirt or on my ass when I turn back. When we were kids he was always sneaking into my room. I just thought it was his weird way but now it all made sense.
"I don't believe you, let me see" I challenged her. She pulled out her phone and showed me the text from him with the image. She had nice tits I will give her that but sure enough, '#brothertime' what written in black ink right across them.
I think she realized it was stringing exciting for me and gave me a look and said "you are as disgusting as he is!"
I had no defense, it was true, I had sexual feeling for my own flesh and blood brother.
When he called the next day and said she had ended it I was sad for him but his voice began to trigger something I had not felt for a long time. The wheels in my head started to turn and having to stay home to work while my family went to look at colleges gave me the opportunity I needed.
It was a couple weeks later when I called him and said, "Why don't you come over Friday night and keep me company?" Innocent enough I thought. "We can celebrate your five years sober with a nice meal, just the two of us." He agreed and my heart raced and body ached for the next few days leading up to it as I imagined how it would go.
"What if he rejects me?" I thought constantly throughout the week. I soon realized I wanted this. It was his ex who had flipped my switch into trying it, but I had deep down wanted to be with him, with my little brother for all these years.
Finally the night had arrived. I had had a few glasses of wine, nerves I told myself. His favorite dinner was in the oven and I was wearing a low cut blouse and causal shorts. I had doubts I would go through with it but everything was perfect. The family had called and said they would talk to me tomorrow. Dinner was done. I was horny as I could remember being.
"Ding! Dong!" the door bell chimed and I nearly jumped out of my clothes. I collected myself and went to answer it. Something so normal as opening the door to my brother tonight took on epic proportions. I had never been unfaithful, I had never broken the sacrament. My hand shook as I opened the door, feeling the hard knob in my hot palm. I smiled and looked out at my brother.
I am his older sister and have always had a special place for him. I have also had some special thoughts going way back to being teenagers but that is for another time. I want to tell you about a little party I threw for him.
Dan was coming up on five years sober and his girlfriend had left him. She had said some things to me in our last meeting that had gotten me to thinking.
"Sally, you know he loves you right? I mean really loves you," she said the night they broke up. We were having drinks after dinner and the boy were off shooting pool and we were sitting at the bar.
"He wrote, 'brother time' on my tits and took a picture," she explained. I was shocked and strangely turned on. I tried to play it off but how could I really? I have always caught his eyes lingering down my shirt or on my ass when I turn back. When we were kids he was always sneaking into my room. I just thought it was his weird way but now it all made sense.
"I don't believe you, let me see" I challenged her. She pulled out her phone and showed me the text from him with the image. She had nice tits I will give her that but sure enough, '#brothertime' what written in black ink right across them.
I think she realized it was stringing exciting for me and gave me a look and said "you are as disgusting as he is!"
I had no defense, it was true, I had sexual feeling for my own flesh and blood brother.
When he called the next day and said she had ended it I was sad for him but his voice began to trigger something I had not felt for a long time. The wheels in my head started to turn and having to stay home to work while my family went to look at colleges gave me the opportunity I needed.
It was a couple weeks later when I called him and said, "Why don't you come over Friday night and keep me company?" Innocent enough I thought. "We can celebrate your five years sober with a nice meal, just the two of us." He agreed and my heart raced and body ached for the next few days leading up to it as I imagined how it would go.
"What if he rejects me?" I thought constantly throughout the week. I soon realized I wanted this. It was his ex who had flipped my switch into trying it, but I had deep down wanted to be with him, with my little brother for all these years.
Finally the night had arrived. I had had a few glasses of wine, nerves I told myself. His favorite dinner was in the oven and I was wearing a low cut blouse and causal shorts. I had doubts I would go through with it but everything was perfect. The family had called and said they would talk to me tomorrow. Dinner was done. I was horny as I could remember being.
"Ding! Dong!" the door bell chimed and I nearly jumped out of my clothes. I collected myself and went to answer it. Something so normal as opening the door to my brother tonight took on epic proportions. I had never been unfaithful, I had never broken the sacrament. My hand shook as I opened the door, feeling the hard knob in my hot palm. I smiled and looked out at my brother.