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I’ve posted on here before about my “unusual” relationship with my two older brothers. However, for those unfamiliar, the short version is that we grew up in a very traumatic cult-like environment that eventually led to us turning to each other for comfort.

Brainwashing will do that.

Anyway…

One of the inciting incidents that started it all was one of my brother’s breaking both of his arms just a few months before graduating high college. It took him an entire year to recover and as far as I know, he wasn’t able to…relieve himself…that entire year.

And so, by the time his casts came off, he was ravenous. 

On this day in particular, I opened his closed door to ask him if he had seen my phone and froze. He was jacking off again—his new obsession. I honestly didn’t think it was healthy for him to be doing it as much as he seemed to be these days, but what did I know? 

I figured he was probably just catching up on lost time. 

Through the cracked door I watched from the hall as he sat on the edge of his bed frantically beating his engorged cock, his eyes glazed and unseeing of me.

All my determination to walk away left me as I continued staring. Excitement coursed through my veins at the wrongness of what I was doing and I felt myself getting wet despite myself.

I watched as his fist went up and down as he worked his throbbing hard on, his balls swinging back and forth, his legs wide. A feeling of arousal seemed to boil to life inside of me. I clutched my hands into tight fists, still unable to take my eyes off of him.

My tits felt swollen and painful in the constraints of my bra as I gazed mesmerized at his cock, at his swollen cockhead, watching as pre-cum began oozing from the tip.

I wasn’t entirely conscious that I was moving, walking through his door. It was like I was in a daze. My eyes never left his cock. I wasn’t even aware that I was standing at the foot of his bed until his eyes finally fluttered open to lock with mine in shock. 

Neither one of us spoke. In fact it was so silent that you could have heard a pin drop.

My brother stared at me, obviously wondering what I was gonna do next as my eyes once again darted down to his dripping cock. In return he gazed at my tits bulging tight against my push up bra, seeming to admire the fullness of them as his hand remained tight around his girth.

And still…the only thing I was aware of was his cock, the head so smooth and so swollen. He drew in a jagged breath as he awaited my next move…waiting to see if I would finally cross the boundary we had been lightly treading for so long. His cock seemed to bulge from his fist. He wasn’t pumping now, but squeezing at it as hard as he could as if to contain a pending explosion.

My legs trembled as I quieted the racing thoughts of disapproval in my head and slowly dropped to my knees, my eyes staring hungrily at my brother’s erect cock and dangling balls. I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh on my palms as I stroked my hands slowly, ever so slowly, up his thighs.

My brother removed his fist from his cock now, watching me with unbelieving eyes. It was standing throbbing straight up from his crotch, and I couldn’t imagine it ever being any harder than it was now.

I stopped the movements of my hands when I reached his crotch. The tips of my fingers were very, very close to his balls and cock, and I could feel the intense heat from them. I gazed at his swollen cockhead, his oozing tip, and his hairless but full-looking balls.

I was breathing in short gasps at the wrongness of it all, my lips parted, my nostrils expanded, sucking in oxygen.I was dripping now, soaking clear through my panties and even my jeans. I felt a shiver flow through my body, yet another signal that what I was doing now wouldn’t be something we’d be able to easily come back from.

“Fuck,” I heard him grunt as my right fist darted around his cock.

A thrill coursed through my veins when I realized that I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it, my other cupping his swollen balls. The feel of them almost made me cum without even having to touch myself. I held them tight and began to jerk his throbbing cock, my fist rotating to cover the full circumference of his huge member.

He groaned and leaned back, watching through half opened eyes as my fist went to work on his cock. He even lifted his hips, pushing it upward as he jerked a little beneath me.

Slowly, taking my time, I began pumping up and down, twisting at his tender balls ever so lightly. He was sprawled out backwards on his bed now and I was in a doggy position above him, my jean covered ass swaying as the intense heat began to grow between my legs.

My panties felt as if they were being sucked into my pussy they were so wet, and my clit was aching against the hard-welted seam of my jeans.

“Do it,” I urged him.

My brother didn’t seem to know just what I wanted done, nor did he care. He was twisting his hips about, lifting his cock to me, fucking my soft hand up and down, ready to explode and gush hot cum out of his clenched balls.

“Cum for me,” I demanded, making it crystal clear for him as my hand continued rotating fast and vigorously up and down his cock. “Please…” 

He made a strangled gasp type sound just as thick globs of seed boiled from his prick.

I smirked, watching the white, creamy globs of cum shoot everywhere. It flew high, and then splashed back down over my gripping fist.

Some even got on my tits.

I continued to hold his balls tightly, feeling them spasm as they emptied. Each throb of his spurting cock sent a rippling tingle through my pussy. I kept holding on to his cock until it deflated and grew soft in my hand. When it was finally flaccid, I released it.

I got up off the bed to wipe my sticky hands on a wad of dirty clothing from the hamper in the corner of the room, then I turned to meet eyes with my brother for the first time since I’d entered his room and invaded his privacy.

He was grinning. I returned it, nervously.

“All better?” I managed to whisper.

“You bet,” he said, nodding slowly, his deep voice somewhat shaky and uneven. “Better than ever.”

I left his room then, but not before casting one last longing look at him over my shoulder.

It was somewhat awkward between us in the weeks that followed, but soon enough we both managed to silence the screaming voice in our heads that told us that we were wrong and wicked, allowing ourselves to relecutantly continue what we had started that day in his room.

As cliche as it sounds… I eventually came to the steadfast conclusion that it didn’t matter how wrong it was.

It felt more right than anything I’d ever done in my life.

NSFW: yes

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