My Older Brother Touched Me
I was always pretty and attractive. I had a body that seemed to be made for sex, and everyone noticed it. While I was growing up, all the boys in school were constantly making passes at me, and I was always in the center of attention. But along with the attention, I had a deep secret. My older brother touched me in ways that no brother should touch his sister.
When I was still a young girl, my older brother started to touch me in ways that I never knew were wrong. He began to explore my body, and he would often brush his hands against my chest, my thighs, and my butt. I was so young that I didn’t know why he was doing it. I thought it was normal, so I never expressed any concern to anyone.
But as I got older, I started to understand that his actions weren’t appropriate. On my 15th birthday, my brother took me out for dinner. After dinner, he drove me back to my house, and he asked if I wanted to go for a drive. I was too naive to know better and agreed.
He drove us to a secluded spot that he knew from his own teenage years. We got out of the car, and he suggested that we sit on a nearby blanket. I reluctantly agreed and sat down next to him. He suddenly moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I was too scared to reject his advances and I felt him begin to run his hands over my body. He touched my chest and my thighs and then his hand moved towards my panties. He started rubbing me through my clothing, and I felt like I had no control. I was too scared to tell him to stop.
I felt his hand slide beneath my clothing, and he began to massage my inner thighs and my pussy. I felt a sudden wetness as I realized that he had just fingered me. I felt violated, scared, and ashamed. I wanted to run away, but I was too scared.
After a few more minutes, my brother stopped, and he drove me home. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened, but I knew I had to. I went to my parents, but they didn’t believe me. I was so angry and hurt that I decided I wouldn’t talk to my brother again.
Days passed, and I started to think about what my brother had done to me. I felt a strange sort of ache in my body, and I started to fantasize about him. I imagined his hands touching me in ways that I had never thought possible and the feeling of his hard body against mine.
One night, I decided that I needed to talk to my brother. I found him in his room, and I asked him why he had done what he had done. At first, he refused to talk about it, but then he finally opened up. He said that growing up, he had never been able to get close to someone, and he felt like I was the only person he could trust. He said he needed me and wanted me, and he was sorry for taking advantage of me.
I was still angry and hurt, but at the same time, I felt a strange desire for him growing inside me. I asked him if he still felt the same way, and he said yes. We both admitted that we wanted each other, and we began to explore each other’s bodies. We kissed and touched and explored, and we both felt a burning desire for each other.
My brother moved his hand over my body, and he started to massage my breasts and my pussy. He explored every inch of my body, and I felt an intense pleasure and arousal that I had never felt before. He moved his hand inside my panties, and I felt him start to finger me. I moaned and writhed in pleasure as he explored my body, and I begged him to take me.
We both knew that we had crossed a line, but we were overcome with a burning desire for each other. We made love for hours, and it was the most intense and passionate experience I had ever had.
Afterwards, I felt more connected and intimate with my brother than I ever had before. We agreed to keep our relationship a secret, and we continued to explore each other’s bodies until we both went off to college.
Although our relationship was a secret, I was still filled with a forbidden pleasure and excitement every time I thought of my brother. He was the only person I could truly talk to and trust, and I always felt a burning passion when I was with him. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, he was there.
My brother and I never spoke about our sexual relationship since, but I will always remember the pleasure he gave me, and how special and intimate it was. I may never be able to tell anyone, but I will never forget the night my older brother touched me.
