Incest Dream come true - my wife with her younger brother hot story series

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As the water from the shower cascaded down their naked bodies, my wife and her brother stood facing each other in the bathroom, both feeling the weight of their mutual attraction and the thrill of their illicit encounter.

My wife, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her eyes downcast, couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and guilt as her brother's hands began to explore her body. He started by gently caressing her back, his touch sending shivers down her spine, before moving to her hips and then her waist. As his hands traveled further up, she could feel her heart racing, and her breath quickened with anticipation.

Her brother, sensing her nervousness, leaned in and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he began to kiss her passionately. His hands wandered down to her buttocks, squeezing and massaging them as he deepened their kiss. My wife couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth, her body betraying her growing desire.




As the water continued to pour over them, they began to soap each other up, their hands gliding over each other's slick, wet skin. My wife felt a shiver of pleasure as her brother's hands moved up her thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just below her vagina. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as he began to gently massage her clitoris, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.




As they continued to explore each other's bodies, my wife found herself becoming more and more aroused. She reached out and took her brother's erect penis in her hand, stroking it slowly as he continued to pleasure her. He groaned softly, his eyes closed in ecstasy as she expertly worked her hand up and down his shaft.

Suddenly, he lifted her up and pressed her against the shower wall, his hard cock sliding effortlessly into her wet, waiting pussy. My wife wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips moving in time with his thrusts as they both lost themselves in the moment.

As they moved together, their bodies slick with soap and water, my wife couldn't help but feel a sense of forbidden pleasure. She knew this was wrong, knew that what they were doing was taboo, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the intense pleasure coursing through her body, the feeling of her brother's cock buried deep inside her, and the knowledge that they were both enjoying this moment together.







Finally, as they both reached the peak of their pleasure, my wife leaned in and took her brother's cock in her mouth, swallowing his warm, salty release as he groaned in ecstasy. As they both came down from their shared high, they embraced tightly, their hearts pounding in unison as they stood together in the shower, their bodies still wet and slick with soap and sweat.

As they dried off and climbed into bed, my wife couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment, knowing that she had shared something truly special with her brother. And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their illicit affair.

 

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It was 6 pm in the evening, and my wife and her brother hadn't come out of the room. I decided it was time to call them out; they needed a break. My wife and her brother needed to eat something, so I knocked on the door.

My wife finally opened the door, wearing a chudi and tight leggings, with her melons looking like they were about to pop out. As she opened the door, I saw my brother-in-law naked, sleeping in the bed with his back turned. I asked my wife to take a break and cook some food while I went out to buy some chicken.

Both of them eventually came out of the room, and tea was ready on the table. I was waiting in the dining area, and they both came and sat down, feeling a little shy and not looking directly at me. To make them feel more comfortable, I cracked some jokes, and they began to relax. My brother-in-law was wearing just a lungi, and they both exchanged naughty smiles and glances.






I told my wife to start preparing the chapathi while I went out to buy the chicken. However, I forgot my wallet and came back inside the hall, only to find that they were not there. As I entered the kitchen, I was shocked to find my brother-in-law starting another round of their secret tryst. He grabbed my wife from behind, playing with her breasts over her bra, and then lifted her and sat her on the kitchen area.










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He removed her top, revealing her mango-like breasts, which he eagerly devoured. My wife reciprocated by removing his pants and giving him a blow job. They both enjoyed themselves, with my brother-in-law thrusting his thick tool into my wife's vagina. The intensity of their lovemaking was evident as his thick sperm flowed in and out of her vagina.

After they finished, they cleaned themselves up and returned to the dining area, where I was already seated, giving them a knowing smile. I told them not to worry, as I had ordered the food online. We all shared a laugh and enjoyed the meal together,

 

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We had dinner, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. My wife, her brother, and I were enjoying each other's company, laughing and sharing stories. Suddenly, my phone rang, and it was my uncle, my wife's father, calling.

"Hey, how's everything going there?" he asked. "How did the ritual go?"

I froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. My wife and her brother had not only tied the mangalsutra, but they had taken things much further than anyone had anticipated. I was unsure how to respond without revealing the truth.

"Uh, everything went well, Uncle," I managed to say. "The ritual was completed, and we're all just relaxing now."

My uncle seemed satisfied with my response. "That's great to hear! Now, I need you to take them to the church in Nagapattinam to complete the formalities."

I couldn't believe my ears. They were still continuing their sexual relationship, and now my uncle was asking me to take them on a road trip. I knew that this would only fuel their desires even more.

"Of course, Uncle," I replied. "We'll go by car tomorrow early morning."

As soon as I hung up the phone, my wife and her brother looked at each other, both with a knowing smile on their faces. They were excited about the upcoming road trip and the chance to continue their secret affair.

"We'll go by car tomorrow early morning," I told them, and they both nodded enthusiastically.

They excused themselves and went into the bedroom, locking the door behind them. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - anger, jealousy, and curiosity. I wanted to confront them, but at the same time, I was also curious to see what they were doing behind that closed door.

I decided to go to bed early, as I needed to drive the car tomorrow. But as I lay in bed, I could hear the faint moaning sounds of my wife coming from the bedroom. It was as if they were mocking me, knowing that I was just a few feet away, unable to do anything about it.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that the next day would be a long and challenging one. But I also knew that I needed to find a way to confront them and put an end to their secret affair before it ruined everything. The road trip to Nagapattinam would be a test of my patience, my resolve, and my love for my wife. But I was determined to face it head-on and come out stronger on the other side

 

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The first light of dawn was thin, barely enough to chase the shadows from the corners of our bedroom. I lay still, feigning sleep, as the soft clink of bangles heralded my wife’s quiet movements. She was getting ready to bathe, a creature of habit, always first to stir.


She moved towards the bathroom, her silhouette briefly framed by the doorway. She was in her petticoat and bra, the flimsy lace of the latter doing little to conceal what lay beneath. My eyes, however unwillingly, focused on her breasts. Not bruises, not violent discolorations, but angry, reddish imprints, like a thumb pressed too hard into soft clay, or a desperate grip. Each mark a silent testament to a force, a fervor, that was not mine.

I could almost feel the weight, the pressure, the sheer amount of damage my brother-in-law must have inflicted. His presence, an invisible specter, filled the room, heavy and suffocating. It was an intimacy I was privy to, yet utterly excluded from.

Minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open again. She emerged, a wisp of steam clinging to her, her hair damp against her neck. She reached for the towel on the rack, her movements fluid, unselfconscious. As she began to rub the moisture from her skin, the full canvas of her body revealed itself.



It wasn't just her breasts now. Her collarbone, the curve of her hip where the petticoat had ridden up, even the soft inner thigh – a constellation of similar marks. Reddened patches, faint and fading in some places, stark and fresh in others. Each one a cruel reminder, a vivid stamp of possession.

A feast indeed, I thought with a sour twist in my gut, yet a strange heat blossoming low in my belly. My body, ever the traitor, responded to the sordid tableau before me. A sudden, unwelcome tension in my groin. The perverse nature of it struck me, yet rendered me helpless.

"Are you awake, dear?" her voice, light and innocent, broke the silence. She turned, her smile soft, oblivious to the storm raging within me, or perhaps, perfectly aware and simply choosing to ignore it.

"Just stirring," I mumbled, rolling onto my side, feigning a stretch to hide my hardening. "Ready for our trip?"

Nagapattinam. The name hung in the air, weighted with different meanings for each of us. For them, I knew, it was a continuation, an extension of their illicit intimacy, dressed up as a romantic getaway. A second honeymoon, perhaps, only this time, with the added thrill of being under my very roof, under my very nose.

For me, it was simply a destination. A place to drive to, a hotel to check into, a series of hours to endure. The thought of it, of the forced proximity, the charade we would all play, settled in my stomach like a cold stone.

"Almost ready," she chirped, her voice full of an eagerness that clawed at my insides.

The air in the room felt thick with unspoken truths, with a strange, complicit silence that was both suffocating and, disturbingly, arousing. The day had barely begun, and already, the journey felt long.

 

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