Please read chapters 1 and 2 in this short series to understand how I arrived at chapter 3, the final chapter.
Seven years sounds like such a long time doesn’t it. I guess in many ways it is and in many ways it isn’t. Depends how and what we’re measuring time against I guess. For me it had been almost seven years since I had sex with my brother. Almost seven years since my brother had sex with me. It was mutual, pleasurable and also the end of our relationship.
What began as a sister just hanging out innocently at her brothers place following a night at the pub together, had, very unexpectedly, turned into a weekend of sexual debauchery which would scar us mentally for many years to come.
We fucked several times that weekend before I eventually consumed the emergency contraceptive pill. We giggled childishly as I knocked it back with a gulp of water whilst lying in bed together, his potent seed leaking from my fertile body. It wasn’t a joke, but we treated it like one until it was finally time for me to leave and head back to my home… our parents’ home… where we grew up together.
Even as I kissed him goodbye, I saw it in his eyes, and I knew he saw it in mine. We had truly crossed a line. The sex had been better than anything either of us had experienced in our young lives, but things would and could never be the same again. I felt sorrow as I turned and walked away. What had we done?
Being around our parents just made matters worse. Every time they mentioned my brother I cringed. Our weekend of madness had ruined and changed everything I had ever felt and known about my family. My one tiny saving grace was that I did not catch pregnant. The thought of abortion or having my brothers baby horrified me in equal measure.
I had no idea what had been going through his mind all these years. I couldn’t bring myself to contact him let alone visit him. I figured he must have felt the same as he didn’t contact me either, but deep inside I wished he would. Despite having those feelings, when it came to family birthdays and holidays we both made excuses to not be there together. It broke my heart when I heard mum or dad moan that Matthew wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t make it this time. As if we had telepathic powers, we uncommunicatively took it in turns to make excuses. Perhaps we both knew that if one of us constantly made excuses then our parents would know something was wrong between us.
So, that’s how it was. Immaturely, neither of us could turn towards what happened and deal with it. Sadly, we choose the cowards way and ruined a loving, caring sibling relationship. It was understandable though. We didn’t just have sex, we had dirty animalistic sex which had clearly been born out of years and years of silent fantasising and lusting over one another. Perhaps that was why we couldn’t face the music.
Whilst I heard Matthew went on to meet a beautiful girl named Tara, who became his fiancee and mother to his two beautiful boys, I went from random guy to random guy. I slept with strangers for several years. I was searching for something, but what I didn’t know. I wanted to be loved I guess, but spreading my legs every weekend, after a night of drinking and clubbing, for any good-looking guy who could impress me with a cute smile, a drink and a few charming lines, was never going to bring me love and happiness. Well, maybe some happiness in the way of pleasure.
Eventually, some four years after that fateful weekend in 2012. I finally met the man of my dreams, and no he did not resemble my brother in way shape or form. His name was Gary and he made me happier than I could have ever imagined. I was twenty-two and by twenty-four he proposed to me over a romantic candle lit dinner at a fancy and expensive restaurant.
By now my brother was rarely in my thoughts. We did start bumping into each other at family functions as time went by, but we didn’t say anything other than “hello” or nod politely with awkward and knowing smiles. It was in the past but we had clearly accepted it had cost us a normal family relationship.
Saturday, August the 3rd 2019 was my big day. I was so excited. I had just turned twenty-five and I was getting married. A far cry from a few years previous when I was shagging every Tom, Dick and Harry.
However, Gary and I were not just excited Lefkoşa Escort for the wedding. We were going to start a family, having agreed that I should come off the pill ready for the wedding. Our honeymoon, to New York City for a five night stay before jetting down to Mexico for ten days, was booked for the following week. I couldn’t wait to marry my Gary and spend our honeymoon trying to conceive our first child.
My brother and his gorgeous wife, Tara, were invited to the wedding, and I felt happy they had accepted. I felt a tinge of regret that I didn’t know Tara due to the circumstances. Gary never gave much thought to my brother because I told him that we had always been distant siblings.
The wedding was the most amazing day of my life. The weather was fair, and everybody smothered me with compliments on how beautiful and radiant I looked. Seeing the proud look upon Gary’s face as I walked down the aisle to the sound of my father holding back his tears to my side, had me welling up inside with happiness and joy. I caught my brothers eye as I slowly made my way through the church. He smiled warmly and nodded. I returned his smile and nod and for the first time since that fateful weekend, I felt we connected. It didn’t feel weird or embarrassing and it certainly didn’t feel sexual. I wondered if God had forgiven us before I reached my husband-to-be.
The wedding reception passed with little to no incident. I spent some time with Tara and my nephews, before parting with the promise that we should meet up and spend some time together. I felt so happy and free from the tension and preconceived ideas that I would never be able to face or speak to my brother. Matthew also appeared free from the guilt, shame and anguish. Although, we didn’t spend more than brief spells together throughout the day and evening.
However, things were about to change. It was just after 9pm when I needed to go up to my room. I remember the time vividly because I had asked my husband of six hours what the time was as I was feeling the effects of the alcohol. Turning his wrist to tell me the time he also recommended I go up to the room for a breather, grab some ice-cold water and take five minutes to be alone.
I have no idea if he had been watching me, I guess he must have. I also have no idea if it was planned or a spur of the moment decision. Whatever it was, no sooner had I entered our honeymoon suite there was a knock at the door, before surprisingly it opened.
“Matthew!” I gasped in shock. My brother entered calmy, but also with a degree of determination in his eyes. He hadn’t just come to talk.
“You can’t be in here.” I told him.
He stood staring at me, eyeing me up and down. “I love you, Sophie.” He just blurted out.
“No, no” I pleaded, “not now… not today of all days… and certainky not after all these years, no!”
As he stood, scanning my body with his eyes as if I were some barcode on a package, I felt slightly confused. I sounded angry, telling him what needed to be said, but inside I didn’t feel angry. I should have felt angry and that was confusing me as to why I wasn’t.
“For seven years I’ve thought about nothing but you.” He spoke as calmy as he had entered the room, before he began walking slowly towards me.
“That’s not true.” I told him. “You have Tara and your boys. You cant bring this up now.”
My brother ignored my words as he continued his slow, agonizing advance towards me. He stared at my cleavage and smiled. “You look amazing in your dress.”
“You need to leave.” I said, realising it wasn’t going to be as simple as that.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the door. For a moment I thought he was going to take heed, he certainly appeared to be considering it, but then all hope was lost when he turned back to face me.
“You’re always in my thoughts, am I never in yours?”
Standing in the middle of my hotel room, the honeymoon suite, mine and my husband’s honeymoon suite, I looked down at the floor and sighed. “It’s been seven years, Matthew. What we did was a terrible mistake. Look at what we’ve lost because of it… seven years.”
“No it wasn’t,” he whispered as he reached me and tilted my head up to look at him, “we just didn’t know how to deal with our feelings and emotions.”
“You Kıbrıs Escort have no idea what I felt.” I tried to appear annoyed. I was annoyed but more with myself for allowing this conversation to take place, and on my wedding day of all days.
“Yes I do, I know exactly how you felt, because I felt exactly the same.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, in love, in lust.” He replied with no sense of shame or regret. “Society calls us freaks and perverts, but I call us two people who had a deep understanding… or at least we could have.” He turned away, displaying regret now, but not for the reasons he should have.
My mind flashed back to that weekend, in particular the moment I caught him pleasuring himself and the laugh I had at his expense. I smiled at the memory and Matthew caught glimpse a of it. “Your smile is so sexy.”
“Thank you,” I said softly with a nod.
“Let me kiss you, Sophie.”
“Matthew,” I sighed his name in a weak display of reluctance.
“Please, I just need to feel your lips, taste you one last time.”
“It’s been seven years. This is my wedding day.” I moaned weakly.
“Ok,” he stepped back with his hands up as if he was surrendering, “I’ll leave if you answer one question honestly for me.”
“What?” I asked, prepared to answer to get him to leave peacefully.
“Look me in the eye and tell me that weekend didn’t mean anything to you.”
“Oh, Matthew… why?” I exhaled a deep sigh of frustration and fell down to sit at the end of the bed.
He quickly took the opportunity and jumped at my feet. Kneeling before me, he took my hands in his and pleaded.
“For seven years I stayed away. I should have made the first move. I should have spoken to you and cleared the air or…”
“Or what?” I lifted my head and looked into his eyes with curiosity.
“Or told you I loved you more than ever.”
Something bewitching came over me at that very moment. It felt as if time had suddenly stopped, the world had stopped spinning, and my brother and I were the only ones on the planet.
We stared longingly into each other’s eyes. I can’t even remember what I was thinking, I just remember staring and feeling I needed to be held. As if reading my thoughts, my brother stood and pulled me to my feet as he went.
“I love you,” he whispered again and then leaned in to kiss me.
I felt powerless to resist and consequently, I closed my eyes and accepted the kiss. Soft moans escaped us both as we welcomed each other’s tongues inside our mouths.
His hands were soon roaming my body, gently, but roaming, nonetheless. I moaned and swayed slightly as the kiss became increasingly passionate. His hands slid up and down the side of my body before he left one hand lingering and moved the other up to cup my face.
“I’m going to remove your dress.” He said gently.
“You can’t,” came my soft, weak and unconvincing response.
“I must,” he spoke with increased breath and began to unzip the back of my dress.
His mouth dropped to my neck, nuzzling and nibbling gently. My head rolled side to side, submitting to the soft, sensual, but very intense pleasure.
“We must stop… we… must stop… Matthew…”
“Shhhhhhh, relax…”
I moaned as if I were under some kind of magical spell. I felt confused, frightened but somehow complete. Maybe not complete but certainly like I was right where I needed to be… where I was meant to be… so I relaxed.
Despite my dress being unzipped, the bodice was too snug to allow the dress to simply fall from my body. However, it did relax enough to allow my brother access to what he wanted right then.
“I love how your tits have gotten bigger.” He whispered as his lips glided around my neck softly, his hands cupping, massaging and then groping my firm breasts.
With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the feelings and emotions being stirred up inside of me. Mixed with the effects of the champagne, I let my mind drift, releasing me from my responsibilities. The only responsibility I felt I had was to return the sentiment and take the pleasure that was being offered.
I reached for his crotch. My brother groaned before removing his jacket, shirt and tie. “We don’t have much time.”
I giggled and helped him get me out of my wedding dress.
“Holy… Lefkoşa Escort shit, Sophie!”
What was meant to be for my husbands eyes only, had now been revealed to my brother. How on earth this came to be I’ll never fully understand. But there I was, standing before my sibling, in just my hold ups and heels.
“You went commando on your wedding day?” He clearly asked rhetorically before stepping right up to my body, cupping my rear and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I welcomed the aggressive kiss, entwining my tongue with his as I searched for his cock.
“Bend over the desk.” He asked but was already positioning me.
“Don’t cum inside me.” I told him softly with no real conviction in my tone.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted when he found my soft, wet folds with the tip of his cock.
“Uhhhh, mmm… go easy… gentle…” I moaned as he pushed the thick head inside me.
“Seven long years I’ve waited to feel you again.”
“Uhhhhhh fuck!” I squealed and grabbed the desk for support. “Easy, take it easy.”
My brother was now deep inside me. He stopped and allowed me a few moments to relax before he started to move his hips back and forth. I closed my eyes, relaxed and eventually began to use the desk ask leverage. As he pushed into me I used the desk to push back and the room quickly became noisy. Our bodies slammed together, our moans and grunts filled the air… and no doubt the smell of sex was evident as we fucked selfishly without a care in the world.
“Fuck, Sophie… I’m going to nut… I’ll pull out and cover your arse!”
“No!” I demanded. “I’m nearly there, don’t stop… Im nearly there!”
“I cant hold it I’m going to cum… fuck your so tight!”
“Don’t stop… here it comes!”
“Ohhhhhh fuck your pussy is clamping… ohhhhhh fuck I cant pull out!”
“Yes! Ohhhhh fuck yes don’t stop! Ohhhhhh fuck im cuming!”
“Ahhhhhhhh fuck!”
Together we climaxed. It was intense, passionate, satisfying and most of all it was seven years in the making.
“Ohhhh shit that was awesome.” My brother regained his breath as he stood back.
I felt the unmistakable sensation of a mans semen leave my body. Some plopped out onto the carpet while the rest slowly made its way down the inisde of my right thigh and into the fabric of my hold ups.
Suddenly my phone began to ring.” You better go.” I told him.
Matthew quickly and quietly sorted out his suit while I took the call.
“Hi babes,” I winced as I spoke down the line.
“Is everything alright? I was going to come up and check on you.” Gary responded.
“No, no, please don’t come up. I’m fine, I just needed to rest my eyes for a while. I’m about to use the toilet then I’ll be right down to rejoin you.”
“Ok, love. I’ll see you shortly. I love you.”
“I love you to.” I cringed at my betrayal and hung up the phone.
“Listen, Sophie…” my brother quickly moved to comfort me.
“Just go!” I snapped and threw my hand up. “Just go, Matthew, please.”
“Ok, ok,” he accepted and slowly backed away until finally he was gone.
I didn’t have time to deal with my emotions right then. I had to accept what I had done, rejoin the wedding party with a smile, and then deal with the consequences of my actions later.
I didn’t speak to my brother for the rest of the evening. I went on to consume so much champagne I managed to block out what had happened. My final memory of that evening was of me looking up at Gary with my legs on his shoulders while he pounded away at me, his bride.
I fell asleep on my wedding night with two different men’s sperm fighting inside of me. My unprotected womb was saturated. So much so that I would surely submit to one or the other… my husband… or… my brother…
Nine months later I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Everybody commented on how much she looked like me. Gary and I were so proud.
My mother beamed. “She’s gorgeous, she has your brothers eyes, deep blue.”
I smiled meekly.
“I’m not sure about the eyes,” my dad smiled, “she definitely has Matthews nose.”
Everybody laughed, including Gary. “You do realise I’m the father!” He joked defensively.
“I should bloody well hope so!” My father roared. “Nobody is suggesting Matthew is the father. We didn’t raise incestual children.”
“Oh, Henry!” My mother moaned and slapped his arm. “Don’t be so damn inappropriate.
I cuddled my baby, looked down at her sleeping peacefully and kissed her gently on the head.
“Whoever your daddy is… I will always be your mummy!” I whispered so only she could hear.