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.
Things went normally for the next three days. My brother was occupied with my kids and sometimes helped me. My husband would take him out for some official meetings to be out of the house. It was Saturday, and my kids had gone to their aunt’s house for the weekend.
My brother was in bed all morning, and there was nothing entertaining for him. My husband had a small meeting at the office. He informed me he might return for lunch. There was no sign of him remembering anything from the train. I was also busy with my household.
There were times I would suddenly catch a glimpse of my memories in the train. I would freeze at those moments, completely forgetting the surroundings and totally engrossed in those memories. My husband did not suspect me, but was worried.
He assured me that everything would be alright once my brother took his life back into his own hands. That day, I was in the kitchen. Suddenly, I felt a movement behind my back. I saw my brother walking out the door. I rushed up and asked him where he was going.
He said he was just for a walk. I insisted that he carry his mobile phone along. It had been almost half an hour since he walked out, and I was also busy with my chores. I was worried since it was getting late, so I immediately locked my house and started walking in search of him.
He was also not picking up his phone, which was also making me so worried. I did not know which direction to go. But I was going around all the nearby streets. Finally found him lying on the road near a drain, a few steps from a local bar, I ran to him and checked on him.
He was so drunk, I was angry at him and also very disappointed. I tried to pick him up, but he was so heavy, and tears were flowing down my cheeks. One autorickshaw driver stopped, and helped me pick him up and seat him in the auto. I informed him I did not bring any money.
He said, “It’s OK, I’ll drop you off, and you can pay me at your house.” On the way back, I was crying nonstop. The auto driver pacified me with his knowledge of drunk people and the suffering the women of their families had to face. It was quite heart-warming, but the anger was boiling up within me.
I was cursing my brother for such a stupid act. We reached home, and the driver dropped my brother off from the vehicle and guided me to hold him carefully. I asked him to wait so that I could bring my purse. He said OK, and within seconds, I turned back.
He rode back in his auto without a word. A clean soul, he was. Somehow, I managed to get my brother inside the house and made him rest in his bed. Right at that moment, my husband called me and informed me to pack his things for a 3-day tour.
There was some urgent work for him that the company had assigned. He had no time to reach home. Once the luggage was packed, he asked me to send the luggage via a transport app to the airport. He disconnected the call in a sad tone, saying that this had happened unplanned.
He enquired if I could handle the house without his absence. I assured him and sent him off. It’s not that my husband has never left me alone for work. He is well planned and organised. He makes sure I do not have to leave the house or worry about anything, and most of all, the kids will be home.
I shut the doors, leaving the delivery guy to pick up my husband’s travel bag. I informed him via phone, and my eyes were rolling with tears. I could not relate why I was crying exactly, but tears rolled down nonstop. My husband pleaded sorry with me, as this was such a situation.
I caught my breath and explained to him that nothing was wrong. He should carry on his journey without any regrets, and I would handle the home. I never told him about what my brother did. I just sat back for a few more minutes and got up, walked to my brother’s room with full anger.
I picked up a broom along with me to thrash him black and blue. I entered with so much anger, he was smiling and giggling under the influence of alcohol, imagining again lying over his lover’s lap. I stood there not knowing what to do; again, tears filled my eyes.
I dropped the broom and sat there, as if falling with hands over my head, and was crying. But his words reached my ears very clearly without any disturbance, nor from my crying, nor his drunken mumbling. I did not miss even a single word.
I never knew my ears could be as sharp as that day. I stopped weeping and moved near him. He was full of mud and dirt, and his dress was all filthy. I started removing his shirt, but he was a bit heavy to roll or lift somehow. I managed to remove his shirt and started wiping his face with a wet towel.
He was murmuring, smiling, kissing in the air, which made me laugh, seeing his face reacting so much. It was quite funny, yet there was anger also lingering in me. I had to slide his head from the other side to the side facing me. Immediately, with a sudden gush, he hugged me and rolled over me.
He came over my top and started sliding my saree over my legs upwards towards my hip. His touch on my bare legs made me freeze, making me remember the train. He came between my legs, sliding my saree right up to my hips.
My inner thighs were visible. But my pants were still covered by the saree tucked in between both of our bodies. He climbed over me and started kissing my neck. He was not as gentle as the previous time; now he knows exactly where to touch with the right precision.
I was still wondering if he was doing this due to intoxication. But every time he was saying only his girlfriend’s name, and his eyes were closed the whole time. His kisses started to turn into sucking my body. Suddenly, he raised my legs and provided room for his groin to touch my pussy over the dress.
My wetness turned my panties into a slimy cloth. I could very well feel his tip moving up and down, scaling my pussy length and width. I was breathing so heavy I could very well feel my boobs moving over his body. He maintained a wonderful gap between my boobs and his chest.
Only when I had a deep breath, my boobs would gush over his body like the waves of an ocean try to hit the shore high every time. I was so wet, hot, and his teasing made me crave him. I started moaning more and more every time my boobs hit his body.
His hips moved in the right phase to make me crave more, and I was in so much lust I hugged him with so much force he feels over me and he suddenly started to move like a mad dog trying to get off me I opened my eyes to see that he was awake and was shocked to see me under him.
He started to get off me. I was so horny that I could not even react and was staring at him. He ran across the room and sat in a corner. I slowly got up, adjusted my dress, and tried to regain my senses, for I was lost. We both sat there like that for a few minutes.
With an instinct, I just got up, and right at that moment, he ran out of the room into the kitchen. I followed him with curiosity. He picked up a knife and was about to cut himself. I ran in at the right time and caught him. He was furious and was shouting.
“Leave me, sis. Leave me, sis. I have made a mistake. I have committed a worse sin. Leave me, sis. I cannot face myself. Leave me. It was a very hectic task for me to release the knife from his hands. I really do not remember how I gathered that much strength to hold him in my embrace and pacify him.
He was so violent and energetic that the guilt in him forced him to do such a nasty thing. I don’t know, suddenly he just lay over my shoulder with just murmurs from his mouth.
“I have committed the worst sin, remembering that bitch, and I tried to have sex with my sister. How can I do this? What made me do this?”
I somehow carried him to the room and placed him on the bed. It was just 6 in the evening. He was so sound asleep that at times he would blabber and murmur and then get back to sleep. I sat beside him, just looking blankly at him. I could not cry, could not move, could not feel anything.
But a lot of questions were running through my head. What happened between them, how will I face him, how will I face my husband, how will I get my brother out of this, this and that my head was not silent. The entire house was graveyard silent, except my head, which was questioning me.
My eyes were wide open, ready to react to whatever my brother did. I was watching him very closely. Right then, I started scanning his body. He was a full-grown adult now. I could see his breathing heavy, solid chest, his flat, toughened tummy and then his groin.
It was still pointed and stretched. My eyes were transfixed there. My mind was shouting at me like hell, “What a bitch you have become, why are you staring at your brother’s dick? Why is your pussy flooding when you see his dick, it’s not even open, it’s just erect and covered in his trousers.”
I laughed at my inner self in the sake of scolding me, you are also transfixed at his dick and admiring him, the only difference is you are shouting at me, I am calm and watching. This fight with my inner self went on and on. I could clearly see it’s always lust winning, and every time, my pussy was flooding more.
It was way past 12, my pussy was sore, and I did not have any more juices left. No sex, nothing, just the thoughts running over my mind, admiring my brother, connecting to all the moments both our bodies were in embrace. He woke up slowly at first.
He was casual, but once he saw me, he started covering his face and crying.
I went up to him and tried to console him. Still, he was sobbing more. I forcefully held his hand and asked him in a firm tone to stop crying. He was recovering. I told him very politely not to feel guilty, as it was not his fault.
We are both grown-up individuals, so I could have stopped you whenever I wanted, but I did not. This is not the first time you have acted like that to me, so stop crying and talk to me. He just nodded. I asked him straight away Why did she leave you.
He again fell over my lap. In a shredded voice mixed with agony and anger, he shouted that bitch left me for fucking her hard. She calls me a monster in bed, and she left me just because she could not bear to be with me in bed. He was crying, a big laugh was bursting inside me, thinking how big a loser she was.
He understood I was smiling and laughing, and became a bit relaxed. Now he was lying over my lap like my brother, whom I used to remember during our childhood. Very politely, he asked me, “This was not the first time I was trying to use your body for sexual needs. When did that happen?”
With a bit of excitement and shyness, I replied to him about what had happened on the train. During the time I was explaining to him, I noticed him staring at me differently, all filled with lust in his eyes. I also noticed him twitching and turning.
He was trying to control his dick inside his trousers. We were both smiling with all secrets open now. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair and made him comfortable.
I said, “You don’t have to cry and worry for that bitch, for she is the loser to have left you. You are such a man that no woman can stop her desire towards you, and just your unconscious state has made me wet and leak nonstop numerous times. I could not even imagine how happy I would feel if I had sex with you.”
The moment I completed this, he jumped over me and caught my face and kissed my lips. He was running in a hurry, so wild. I was controlling him by running my hands over his head and asking him to be slow. He was returning to his composure slowly. Now, he was enjoying it, so was I.
We both had forgotten our relationship boundaries. We were just a man and a woman ready to explore sex. I opened my mouth and let him taste me. At the same time, he pulled himself towards me and hugged me tight. I felt so excited in his embrace.
The warmth he shared, the way his lips and tongue worked, I was melting for him. After a lot of kissing and sucking, he left my lips, looked at my face and asked me if he was a monster.
I just held his face in both my hands. I replied to him, “You have not shown me what you are that your ex did not like. Feel me, full show me what you are, truly let me feel all of u, and then say what you are. Don’t rush, I’m all yours, and you are all mine, and the night is still young.
I will stop this part here. 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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