Alexx1986
Baby Bro
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
- Posts
- 62
I have fantasized about my elder sister, since as long as I remember. She is 38 and married now, but nothing has changed. To me she is and has always been the most desired women and I love everything about her. Its a perfect blend of love and lust. I love her and respect her, which prevents me from making a move. I will never ever do anything to hurt her or lose her love and respect, but that does not stop me from thinking about her while masturbating or fucking another women.
I am a hung guy and have been with many women. Married and mature women attract me more, probably due to my desire to make love to someone like her. My endowment gets me both, plenty of women and their appreciation. Every woman, whom I have fucked, would want to do it again, but I only desire my adorable big sis.
I often imagine that she is feeling ignored. Not getting enough sex from her husband and wants more from life. She experiences a void which she wants to fill, but she does not want to risk her marriage. She may have imagined me as a guy, whom she can trust to fill that void, and she would have discarded it as a taboo inappropriate thought. Maybe she would have moaned my name while riding her biggest and thickest dildo and would have later felt ashamed of it.
I often imagine that deep inside her conservative persona, there is a slut who wants to ride a huge monster cock, which can test her limits, can stretch her pussy to the extent of hurting it, can fill her nicely and can reach places inside her pussy, which no one has ever explored. I just wonder, how would she feel, if she realizes that her baby bro sports a huge monster cock.
Irrespective of how I feel about her, in real life, I respect her and normally feel shy around her. I really don’t know if I will ever get a chance and courage to tell it to her fearing rejection. I can never do anything to hurt her and lose her love and respect for her. I would rather keep my fantasies to myself than revealing those to her and losing her altogether.
Perhaps that is the reason, why I always imagine it to happen in a slow and seductive way. It may sound weird, but I like to imagine that none of us utter a word when we make love for the first time. It all starts tentatively, one thing leading to another, before it eventually turns into wild primal sex.
I imagine that we are together at her place, her husband away for the entire week. We spend the entire day talking about our old days together and how she would always be there to protect me and how much she means to me. It melts her heart and she pulls me into a tight embrace and kisses my head. I feel her breasts pressing on my chest firmly and it triggers my lust for her. I really feel guilty for having those taboo thoughts but can’t do much about it. I move my hands softly on her back as if trying to comfort her, but covertly feeling her curves. I try to think about something else, but my cock is growing and stiffening. I don't want this embrace to ever end, but I know that if it lasts, my cock will be fully erect and it will be difficult for me to hide it despite my lose jeans. So, I reluctantly, pull away.
My cock is semi flaccid yet it is hard enough that its outline is visible, if she looks down to it. Moreover, I am not able to focus on our conversation, as my thoughts keep returning to how her breasts felt on my chest and how badly I wanted to feel her bare tits and suck on them. My cock is getting stiff with every passing moment. I curtail the conversation and rush to the bathroom to relieve my aching cock. I start stroking my cock gently, closing my eyes and imagining as if its her soft fingers curled around my manhood, stroking my cock while appreciating it for its mass and girth, telling me dirty things, comparing my cock with her husbands and all her previous boyfriends and how much bigger and thicker my cock is as compared to theirs, telling me how much she loves it when I shove it deep inside her pussy and how she is addicted to her brothers monstrous cock, taking it in her mouth, sucking it, her jaws straining and gagging on it, while it is still just half way in and feeling sorry for it. I gradually pick up the pace and finally ejaculate thick ropes after ropes of cum.
This is just one of numerous fantasies which I have, all of them are so vivid, I feel like I am living a virtual life when I think about those and masturbate myself imaging as if it is really happening.
I am a hung guy and have been with many women. Married and mature women attract me more, probably due to my desire to make love to someone like her. My endowment gets me both, plenty of women and their appreciation. Every woman, whom I have fucked, would want to do it again, but I only desire my adorable big sis.
I often imagine that she is feeling ignored. Not getting enough sex from her husband and wants more from life. She experiences a void which she wants to fill, but she does not want to risk her marriage. She may have imagined me as a guy, whom she can trust to fill that void, and she would have discarded it as a taboo inappropriate thought. Maybe she would have moaned my name while riding her biggest and thickest dildo and would have later felt ashamed of it.
I often imagine that deep inside her conservative persona, there is a slut who wants to ride a huge monster cock, which can test her limits, can stretch her pussy to the extent of hurting it, can fill her nicely and can reach places inside her pussy, which no one has ever explored. I just wonder, how would she feel, if she realizes that her baby bro sports a huge monster cock.
Irrespective of how I feel about her, in real life, I respect her and normally feel shy around her. I really don’t know if I will ever get a chance and courage to tell it to her fearing rejection. I can never do anything to hurt her and lose her love and respect for her. I would rather keep my fantasies to myself than revealing those to her and losing her altogether.
Perhaps that is the reason, why I always imagine it to happen in a slow and seductive way. It may sound weird, but I like to imagine that none of us utter a word when we make love for the first time. It all starts tentatively, one thing leading to another, before it eventually turns into wild primal sex.
I imagine that we are together at her place, her husband away for the entire week. We spend the entire day talking about our old days together and how she would always be there to protect me and how much she means to me. It melts her heart and she pulls me into a tight embrace and kisses my head. I feel her breasts pressing on my chest firmly and it triggers my lust for her. I really feel guilty for having those taboo thoughts but can’t do much about it. I move my hands softly on her back as if trying to comfort her, but covertly feeling her curves. I try to think about something else, but my cock is growing and stiffening. I don't want this embrace to ever end, but I know that if it lasts, my cock will be fully erect and it will be difficult for me to hide it despite my lose jeans. So, I reluctantly, pull away.
My cock is semi flaccid yet it is hard enough that its outline is visible, if she looks down to it. Moreover, I am not able to focus on our conversation, as my thoughts keep returning to how her breasts felt on my chest and how badly I wanted to feel her bare tits and suck on them. My cock is getting stiff with every passing moment. I curtail the conversation and rush to the bathroom to relieve my aching cock. I start stroking my cock gently, closing my eyes and imagining as if its her soft fingers curled around my manhood, stroking my cock while appreciating it for its mass and girth, telling me dirty things, comparing my cock with her husbands and all her previous boyfriends and how much bigger and thicker my cock is as compared to theirs, telling me how much she loves it when I shove it deep inside her pussy and how she is addicted to her brothers monstrous cock, taking it in her mouth, sucking it, her jaws straining and gagging on it, while it is still just half way in and feeling sorry for it. I gradually pick up the pace and finally ejaculate thick ropes after ropes of cum.
This is just one of numerous fantasies which I have, all of them are so vivid, I feel like I am living a virtual life when I think about those and masturbate myself imaging as if it is really happening.
