It started innocently enough. My younger brother Mason and I had always been close. Growing up, he was my best friend, and I was his protector. We were both only children, so our bond was even stronger than most siblings. When we were younger, we would play together all day, and as we grew older, we became closer than ever.
As we entered our teenage years, Mason and I began to share a room. Our room was small, but we made the most of it. We had our beds pushed together so that we could talk and play games late into the night. We would laugh, joke, and confide in each other, sharing secrets that no one else knew. I was always there for my brother, and he was for me.
As we got older, things started to change. Mason is now 18 and I am 19 years old. I noticed that Mason was spending more time in his room, and I assumed he was just growing up and becoming more independent. I didn’t realize that he was exploring his sexuality, experimenting with masturbation and porn. He never told me, and I never asked. We were still close, but our relationship was starting to change.
One night, as I was getting ready for bed, I heard Mason groaning in his room. I thought he was having a nightmare, so I quietly got up and went to his room. When I got there, I saw Mason sitting on his bed, naked, masturbating furiously to a porn video. I was shocked, but also aroused by the sight of his body. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes travelling from his chiselled abs to his thick, throbbing cock.
Mason froze when he saw me, his eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. I couldn’t believe what I had seen, but I also couldn’t deny that I was turned on. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized that Mason and I were no longer just brother and sister – we were also potential lovers.
Without saying a word, I walked over to him and sat down next to him on the bed. I reached out and started stroking his cock, feeling its hardness and heat. He was still frozen in fear, but I could see the desire in his eyes. I leaned over and kissed him, My brother and I kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. We both moaned into the kiss, lost in the heat of the moment. I could feel Mason’s cock twitching in my hand as he grew more and more aroused.
We broke the kiss and gazed into each other’s eyes. There was no more fear, only desire. My hand was still around his cock, he placed his hand on mine guiding me as I stroked him. He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
Mason moaned into the kiss, his cock throbbing in my hand. I could feel the pre-cum dripping onto my palm as he grew closer and closer to climax.
Without warning, Mason pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Pulling up my skirt and yanking down my knickers. He kissed me fiercely as he slid his cock into my wet pussy. I moaned loudly as he thrust into me, filling me completely. He began to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of me with ease. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm as Mason’s movements became more urgent.
As we both neared climax, Mason pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it back into my wet pussy. I began to ride him, grinding my hips against his as we both came closer and closer to release.
Mason groaned loudly as he felt me clenching around his cock, signalling that I was about to cum. I looked down at him and saw the desire in his eyes as he watched me ride him. I felt my own orgasm building inside me, my pussy ached with pure pleasure as his cock slid in and out of my wet pussy.
I let out a loud cry as I came, my body shaking with pleasure. Mason followed suit, thrusting his hips up into me as he released his seed as it started to shoot up my pussy painting my inner walls.
As Mason came inside me, I felt a rush of pleasure, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. His seed filled me, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our new relationship. We collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating from our exertion.
For a moment, we just lay there, enjoying the afterglow of our passionate encounter. Then, Mason turned to me and said, “I love you, sis.”
I smiled at him and replied, “I love you too, Mason.”
We kissed again, this time with even more tenderness and love than before. As we lay there, holding each other close, I knew that our lives would never be the same. We had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and we were both better for it.
We continued to explore our newfound passion for each other, discovering new ways to pleasure and satisfy one another. Our relationship grew stronger with each passing day, and we became inseparable. We knew that we had found something special, something that most people only dream of.