“But…but…you’re…”
“I know, I know, bro. Our bodies rested together as I relished the reversal of our roles and rested on my brother’s body as I continued my rhythm. And thus began a treasured tradition; every year since my brother and I have somehow managed to repeat that episode, each year on the anniversary of our very first real incestuous coupling, our very first home run together. As I had the very first time I told him quietly, our eyes now long adjusted to the minimal light through the window, “I want to see it. A few kisses and I finally said “you know, there’s one thing we haven’t done.”
His interest was piqued. Easily over a thousand. We’ve actually never seen the cottage, so I think I’d like to do that.” I could see that he’d scored a hit. Then I lifted myself and shifted forward, taking his cock lightly and positioning myself directly over it. There was lust simmering just below the surface, of course, but there was a growing affection, a different kind of love that was beginning to show itself.
