My Brother’s Massage
I had been working hard all day, and the tension in my body had been building up for hours. I desperately needed a massage to help work out the knots, but I didn’t have the money to pay for a professional massage therapist. Then I remembered my brother, a massage therapist who had recently opened his own business. I decided to give him a call and see if he could squeeze me in for an appointment.
My brother was more than happy to help me out, and he invited me to come over to his office to get a massage. I arrived at his office and he greeted me with a warm smile and a handshake. He showed me to the massage room and told me to undress and get comfortable on the massage table. I removed my clothes and lay down on the table, feeling a bit embarrassed but also excited by the prospect of my brother giving me a massage.
My brother began by gentle stroking my back, gradually working his way up towards my neck and shoulders. His touch was so comforting and his strong hands seemed to melt away the knots in my muscles. He then moved down to my legs, kneading and squeezing my calves and thighs until all the tension had dissipated.
As my brother massaged my body, I felt a strong arousal building inside me. I had fantasized about my brother before, but I had never acted on those feelings. Now, I could feel my desire for him growing with each stroke, and I knew I had to do something about it.
I turned over so that my brother could massage my front. He began by massaging my chest, which sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my body. His touch seemed to be getting more and more intimate, and I could feel myself getting aroused.
Suddenly, my brother stopped the massage and looked at me. His gaze was filled with lust and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Without saying a word, my brother leaned down and kissed me passionately. His lips were soft and his tongue explored my mouth with an eagerness that made my body tingle.
My brother then moved his hands down my body, stopping to caress my nipples. His fingers teased them until they were hard and I could feel a throbbing between my legs. My brother then moved his hands down further until he reached my hips. He massaged them in circles, getting closer and closer to my most sensitive spot. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take over.
Suddenly, my brother slid his fingers inside me and began to stroke my most intimate area. I gasped as the pleasure overwhelmed me, and my brother increased the intensity of his finger play. He slipped two fingers inside me and began to thrust them in and out. His touch was gentle but firm, and I could feel my orgasm building.
My brother then moved his fingers out and lay down on top of me. His hard body felt so good against mine, and I opened my legs to let him in. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me. He kissed me and we moved together, exploring each other’s bodies in ways I had never imagined before.
My brother quickened his pace, thrusting harder and faster. I felt my orgasm coming and I screamed out his name as I felt my body convulsing in pleasure. My brother then followed suit, coming with a deep moan. We lay there afterwards, our bodies entwined and our breathing still heavy.
My brother had given me the most incredible massage I had ever experienced. Not only had he relaxed my tense muscles, but he had also given me an amazing sexual experience. I thanked him for the massage and kissed him goodbye, feeling incredibly satisfied and happy.
From that day on, I looked forward to going to my brother’s office for a massage. I knew that each time I would receive a professional massage, but also an intimate and passionate experience that I would never forget. That was the day I discovered the pleasure of my brother’s massage.
