Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, she is a married woman, but had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on. Hope you all will enjoy the story.
I am Geetha, 32 years old, married for the past 8 years. We are from a middle-class Tamil family residing in one of the busy cities of the state. I have 2 kids, and my husband works in a private company. My parents and my younger brother live in a small town far south of Tamil Nadu. After marriage, due to my husband’s job, we settled in the city.
Our married life had no flaws; he was a perfect husband, and I was a good homemaker, taking the pride of my parental family, and also maintaining a great bond with my in-laws. This incident happened 4 years back, it was between my brother and me. After that, I have been a sex hungry woman and had many encounters without the knowledge of my family and my husband.
My brother was out of college and working in our hometown in a startup company along with his friends. Everything was normal until Diwali that year. My husband managed to bundle a long leave for the occasion, and we were all headed to our hometown.
We celebrated Diwali at our in-laws’ place, and I had already informed my husband that I would spend the next two or three days with my parents, as it’s been so long since I have been home; he accepted wholeheartedly, and the kids accompanied me.
I entered the home with joy and happiness, but my home was a graveyard; it did not have any signs of the fresh festival. Surprisingly, I walked in and found my mom in the kitchen and enquired about what had happened. She started crying and told me a long story for nearly an hour, it was all about my brother. He had to be in a relationship with some girl from college.
She was also into him in the name of love, and just 2 days before Diwali, she was married to some other guy. My brother had tried to stop the marriage and was arrested because of it. My eyes started to flood, realising the condition of my family’s suffering. Right then, my dad and my brother walked in. He was limping, as the police had beaten him up pretty badly.
I immediately ran to him and supported him to get inside. We made him rest, and everyone was sad. The heart and soul of our family were destroyed because of that incident. My husband arrived late in the evening after knowing about the incident from me. After a long discussion with my family, my husband suggested that we take him back along with us for a few days.
If he is comfortable, then he can find a suitable job in the city itself. My husband was so generous in offering aid to my brother. I was so happy, and everyone in our family accepted the idea. My husband proposed to return to the city on time due to his work constraints and will take the kids along so that there won’t be any absences in the schools, too.
My brother and I were planning to travel back 3 days after, so that he might regain his strength. Everything went fine, he was regaining both mental and physical strength with my kids around, the family went light. We had to book a Tatkal ticket, so my husband had no other choice; he booked a coupe for us both.
Our parents were joyed that my brother could finally fix his life and be happy again, and also my husband and I could take the responsibility. I was also joyed, I couldn’t find the reason why my brother and I were quite different. I looked at him mostly like a son and not as a brother. I had never realised him as a young adult until that incident. The train started to move, and we both got settled. He was so quiet, I had to pull him to chat. He excused himself to use the restroom.
I was waiting for him, but he took longer than usual. Right when I was about to check for him, he dragged himself inside and closed the door. He was not normal; something was different. He was constantly moving here and there, his face was down, and he was not at all steady.
Suddenly, he jumped down to my seat and lay down over my lap. His face was touching my belly. My saree was quite moved to the side due to his sudden movement. I was in an uncomfortable position, but could not move either. As far as the surroundings, it was only the two of us; the coupe door was locked, and no one could enter without permission.
I was breathing a bit heavy, and slowly I realised he had been drunk, that’s why he was strange. I was shocked and started to wake him up. He was all blabbering. I was so angry at him. How come he could drink in the train, and where did he hide the booze? I was boiling up, but he was blabbering constantly. After some time, when I realised there was nothing that could be done, I started listening to him.
He was explaining how he had sex with his girlfriend and how they both were in the solace of love. At the beginning, it was quite awkward listening to those, but without any other option, it somehow affected me. He was describing every detail that I could entirely picture in my mind, which made me so horny.
He was non-stop sharing episode after episode. One thing I clearly understood was that they both were in love so deeply, but why were they separated? That lingered in my mind. He was so into the memories that he started calling her name and also making sounds, sometimes moving closer to me than needed. Sometimes he was rubbing his face over my groin, sometimes over my stomach, revealing more of my hips. My pussy was dripping wet listening to him.
Sometimes I started moving my hips and body, aching for his touch due to the intensity of his blabbering. All the happenings were totally new to me. My husband fucks me good. I have never been short of sex. We both please each other very well. But having my younger brother in my lap and listening to his sex stories with his girlfriend was pumping all the blood to my sex organs.
My body was winning my mind, even though I struggled to stay normal since he was my brother. I should not feel horny for him being in my lap. Things were out of control for me. It might be just a week, to be exact, to be away from my husband without sex, but that is not what is happening here. There is a new bond developing between me and my brother, though from my point of view, he is still imagining that I was his girlfriend.
He suddenly wrapped his hands around my hips and hugged me even closer to his face. My boobs were touching his side face. He was moving constantly with his face rubbing over my tummy. I was in no control, his lips rubbing over my hips, touching places differently, his small moustache was tickling me. A deep cry left my mouth. I grabbed his head, gripping his hair and massaging very slowly.
All of a sudden, he inserted his hand into my blouse from the back and started to kiss me very slowly. It made me so horny that my body was oscillating for his touches and kisses. All this was new for me; no one had ever handled me this way. My body was completely surrendered to his touch. I could smell my juices. I was so wet.
He had his hand inside my blouse, exactly at the place where my boobs were hanging in front, he squeezed my back as if squeezing my boobs and tickling the nipple with his thumb. I let out a sharp moan, he got even more excited and removed my bra hooks from the back and also inserted his other hand inside from behind. At the front, he adjusted his head and turned up a bit so that his lips were feeling my boobs’ heaviness. I could not define the state I was in; it was so erotic, my fingers were drawing traces all over his hair.
He started moving both his hands inside my blouse to the sides touching my bare skin pressing and sliding his way to the front one by one the hooks in my blouse started to pop out due to the pressure of his hands he was so grossed in the act he was still calling his girlfriends name claiming her to be completely different today.
I was not in a state to be angry with him. I totally enjoyed his movements and the way he was arousing me. I did not want to initiate anything nor stop him from what he was doing. I gasped for breath and became still when I felt his thumb and forefinger crawling their way and touching my boobs.
It was like the act of a crab struggling to walk inside a tight place; all his fingers were moving in sync, trying to squeeze through the tight way to the front and grab my boobs. I was so still and waiting for his hands to come to the front and grab the boobs more than him. The patience and the way his fingers moved, I wanted to remember that sensation and feel it for eternity.
As soon as he grabbed both my boobs, my blouse was raised above, along with my bra. He held both my boobs under the faint cover of my saree, and it was hanging right above his lips. Slowly and passionately, he started sucking my boobs, taking my nipple fully in his mouth. The pleasure mounted in me. I dragged him more onto me and rested on the side. All I wanted was for him to keep on sucking me, yes. I wanted my sweet brother to enjoy all his needs over my boobs, even though he was not in a state to understand that it was his sister’s boobs. I was so confused. How could a girl leave a wonderful lover like him, all settled in life, and an amazing lover in bed? The night went on, and I never knew when I slept, never knew how many floods I made.
Early by 5 am in the morning, the wake-up call from my husband woke me from my deep sleep. I saw my brother had also slept sucking my boobs. I pushed him away and tried to hook my blouse, but the hooks were missing, so I pinned it up and got ready to leave the train. I woke him up, and he was completely lost and did not remember anything about the previous night. Without any fuss, we both got off at the station, and my husband picked us up.
I will stop this part here, as you know, this is a life experience for one of my fellow chatters. Please do not ask about her details or means of contact. Privacy is the best thing. I assure her that I will let me write this story. I am publishing this with her full consent.
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