I patted his back and said, “Oh dear.” I hugged and kissed his neck. My anger was completely gone. There was another file in the folder where he kept the pictures.
When I asked what it was he dismissed it by saying “It doesn’t matter.”
I stubbornly said I’ll see what’s in that file and pulled the computer into my lap.
When I opened the file I had tears in my eyes when I saw that he had pasted pictures of himself as the groom next to me in a wedding dress in wedding photos. He was really in love with me. I couldn’t control my emotions. The alcohol started to show its effect too. I hugged him and started kissing his cheeks.
“My lovely brother, his sister’s love”
He hugged me tighter and pressed against my lips. For the first few seconds I resisted but I opened my mouth and took his tongue in. I was kissing my younger brother. While Okan was sitting on the bed, he lifted me from under my knees and sat me on his lap. We continued to kiss.
With his left hand on my waist he was caressing my legs with his right hand. His left hand came up from my navel. He started stroking my left breast with the palm of his hand over my dress. I was feeling nice. After stroking both of my breasts my nipples were erect. I could feel his penis touching my hips. A little more, I said to myself. At that time, he slowly laid me on the bed.
I had a fever when his hand slipped down into my panties but I let him peel off my underwear. My younger brother stroked my legs and his fingers entered my vagina.My inner heat rose up. I had to put an end to this. We had gone too far. We had to stop. We should have stopped.
He kept kissing me holding my neck with his hand. The weird part was that I kept going despite the warnings to stop. When I felt his hardened penis on the lips of my vagina I stopped kissing and looked into his eyes. Okan also looked at me and went inside. My little brother was banging me in and out of me with rhythmic movements. I was enjoying it so much that I was pressing him against me and I wanted him to come inside me more. A few minutes later I climaxed screaming. It was the first time I had ever squirted I had never had such a violent orgasm while making love with my husband.I understood that Okan would also ejaculate from the acceleration of his thrusting inside me. “Get out, get out” I said.
He groaned as if years of longing poured into me. He buried his head into my shoulder. We both fell asleep while I stroked his hair and stared at the ceiling.
When I opened my eyes in the morning the semen had flowed from my vagina and was smeared on the sheets it was messy. While Okan was lying naked next to me I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom. Aykut had called several times last night. When he lost hope to hear my voice he texted me saying I love you.
God, what have I done?
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