Mom would kill me if she knew that me and my brother still slept around. She caught us once late at night and she made his promise we would never do it again. Ten years and counting, we never stopped. I wish I could say I felt bad about it but I absolutely do not.
"When's your boyfriend coming home?" I asked and kept trusting.
"Friday, when's Wendy back?" My brother asked about my wife.
"Thursday," I told him and kissed him some more.
I guess I'm bi, I can spot a good looking dude, I'm not blind. But I've never wanted to act on those feelings, I didn't need too. My brother was all I ever wanted, gave me everything I needed. I was nervous when he got his first boyfriend, but nothing changed. When I got married, the same, nothing was different.
He was always there for me whenever I needed and I showered him with the love that he craved. Our family kind of sucked a lot of times, but not him and I. We were best friends, bonded and no one meant more to me.
"I'm going to cum," I told him as I thought about how much he meant to me.
"Me too," he said and pulled my body closer to his.
His dick was pushed against my stomach, rubbing against me and ready to burst. My dick went off inside of him. That warm amazing feeling of putting seed in him washed over me again. He was mine, and I was his. Nothing would change that.
I felt his dick throb against me and the warmth of his load on my skin. We kissed, connected in the most wonderful bliss anyone could have. My little brother was perfect, the best thing I could have asked for. No one was as important as he was to me and I know he felt the same.
"I love you, baby," I said as we came down from our orgasms.
"I love you too," he replied.
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