Journey Of Love With My Brother

I and my brother have been living together and sharing a room for almost the whole of his life. He was 18 then and I was 23 when this all took place. Since we have been living and playing for so years, we unknowingly got closer to each other more than we should have.

There had been instances in life when I thought I love Vivaan, my brother, more than just as a brother. When I was 19, I had a boyfriend.

For me, he was the love of my life and for him, maybe I wasn’t. So he broke up with me and my brother was always there to support me. He stayed up all night while I rested my head in his arms and slept crying for hours. This was when I started thinking about him more than as a brother.

Coming back to the main day when I finally told him about my feelings towards him.

The clock turned to 12 am and he was resting on his bed and talking to his girlfriend. I sneaked behind him from my bed to his and hugged him from the back and said, “Happy birthday, bro.” He smiled and thanked and after about a few minutes of talking with his girlfriend, he hung up the phone.

“I have got a gift for you,” I said after the moment he put the phone aside.

“What’s that?” he was excited and sat on the bed while I went to my cupboard and brought a nicely packed box.

I handed him the box and he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. By the look on his face, he was excited to see his expected gift. He opened the box and got even more excited after seeing the phone he wanted to buy for about a year.

“I love you, didi,” he said and hugged me again and this time, he stayed there for a few minutes. He sat down and started the phone and said, “You are the best person in the world. You knew what I wanted to have. I love you so so much.”

“I love you too,” I said.

We started talking about his relationship with his girlfriend and what he had planned for his birthday. We continued talking about how complicated his relationship was and the things he was going through with her.

He said, “We’ve been together for about a year and she just wouldn’t let me touch her.” He paused for a few moments and then continued, “You know we’ve only kissed about 4 times in all these months.”

“Maybe she wants to open up on some special occasion like your birthday,” I said and poked him. He laughed a little which didn’t stay for long and said, “No, she wouldn’t. I know her. She wouldn’t let me touch her.”

“I would’ve if you were my boyfriend,” I said instantly and I regretted the second after I said it. I apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” he said. And with a depressed face, he said, “It’s not like, a girl like you would ever be my girlfriend.”

“That hurts. Am I so bad?” I said.

“No no, you are way too good for me. I could only imagine having a girlfriend like you” he said while looking down at his feet. I was sitting next to him and asked while holding his hand.

“Do you imagine?”

“No!” he said with a little high voice and continued.

“I mean I do, but not about you. Like I imagine sometimes if I had a girlfriend with whom I would like to spend a lot of time would be like you.”

“And what do you imagine about her.” After the long hours of office and then home chores, I was too tired to talk while sitting. So, I insisted him to stay in his bed with me. He started talking about his fantasized girlfriend.

“I think, the girlfriend I want to have should be so much caring as you and so much loving like you love me. She should have the type of body you have. I want just the photocopy of you.”

I smiled and asked, “What do you like about my body?”

He replied, “Like you have such beautiful lips, I like the way upper lips color match with your skin and your lower lips are pinkish and your neck is so long and beautiful.” He apologized for the things he was going to say, “I like your smell sometimes when I hug you and I like that you don’t have that big or small boobs, just perfect. I like how you wear your jeans and sometimes, saree. Didi, I love your body, you and everything about you.”

I stayed silent until he confessed something he had done. “Didi, I have kissed you one time when you were asleep.”

“I know,” I said. A month back it all happened, I was trying to sleep and couldn’t sleep but I stayed there in the bed and that’s when I felt his lips touching mine slowly and then he returned to his bed. After a few minutes, he woke up again and spend a few minutes in the bathroom. I replied to him, “Don’t worry, I liked it.”

We stayed silent without looking at each other and then he touched my hands and asked, “Can I kiss you right now?”

“What!” I said surprisingly. “I am your sister.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it” he started apologizing immediately and then I started laughing. He pulled me to him and placed his one hand on my back, his leg on mine and his other hand touching my face.

He started touching my cheeks, then slowly my lips and then onto the neck. I closed my eyes and felt his body against mine and as he tightened his grip on me with his leg, I could feel his dick on my thigh. He climbed on me and I could feel his legs against my thigh and his dick just above my pussy.

“Did you close the door?” I asked while my eyes were shut. He stood up and locked the door, then switched on the light to which I opposed but he said, “I want to see you properly, didi.”

He came close to me. I am not shy but to him I became. Thoughts occurred to me that all this were wrong and taboo but neither his or my hormones were resisting enough.

“Could you do something, please?” he asked. To which I asked what was his intention. He replied, “Aapko dekh ke aapko kiss karne se jyada aapke muh me dene ka man kar raha h. Please, di.”

“I have never done it,” I said while I was grossed out of thought but my love for him was more than my love for my mouth. “Ok, I will do it. But if you won’t do everything in my mouth. Like cum and all.”

“Ok. I won’t.”

He sat on the bed and I sat on the floor from where it was easy to reach his penis. I touched his penis from above the trousers and he pulled out his penis and smiled. I held his dick and it was already hard enough to put in pussy. Then I spat on my hand and held his dick. He moved back a bit and closed his eyes. His dick was about 7 inches at that time. I slowly started moving hands up and down while mentally preparing to put it inside my mouth.

“Didi, please,” he said.

I kissed his cock’s peak part and took it inside a little. Suddenly, his dick was even more harder now. I started rubbing his dick on my lips and at times, I had to clean up his dick with my t-shirt (maybe he hasn’t taken bath for 2 days). After a few minutes of sucking, I took it half inside my mouth.

“Please di, pura andar lijiye” he said. To which I replied by taking his complete dick inside a few times.

After a few minutes, he started looking at me and stroking my mouth with his dick and rubbing my cheeks and hair with his hands.

Then he was touching my lips and he suddenly started spitting out cum out of his dick. He came inside my mouth till the time I could remove his dick, and then he came on my lips and t-shirt.

I ran towards the bathroom and spat it all out. He came after me and hugged me from behind while I was washing my face. He apologized about him not controlling things and said, “I am so sorry but I love you a lot.”

I changed my clothes and stayed the whole night in his bed talking, touching and but nothing more.

I am married now and until the time I got married, we experimented a lot with our body and emotions. Well, I still love my brother but not like the way I did in those three years. We both have moved on but still, we share some quality time together.