Tempted by brother (Part 4 out of 8)

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Tempted by brother (Part 4 out of 8)In the next couple of days my attraction for my brother only started growing. Everything about him was a torture, a tease, a temptation. Today was especially hard for me. It was our cousin’s wedding. My brother was dressed in a tuxedo and looked extremely irresistible. Our parents opted out from going due to too much work. And there was a limo waiting for my brother and I downstairs. Of course I had yet to do my hair and put my dress on. To be fair, my brother had his tuxedo ready longtime ago. Me on the other hand I had just bought that dress, plus I had to wax my legs and do my nails. But in about thirty minutes I was just as ready as him and coming out from the bathroom.Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I heard my brother whistle at my sight and that officially has made my day. My dark blonde hair was pulled up and pinned with a couple of loose curls stranded out, my dress was a body hugging taupe color, with nice lacy area at the back. Well let’s just say this, even I was very happy with the way I looked. Soon my brother and I were in the limo. This felt amazing. I felt like I’m the bride and my brother’s the groom. In my head I was pretending we were getting a ride to a hotel in which we could start celebrating our honeymoon. Seriously I don’t know what is it with me. Every time I think of my brother kurtköy escort my thoughts jolt into one direction…hot steamy sex with him.When we got to the wedding, things only got better. Of course the ceremony was slightly boring. But when it was time for everyone to sit down for the meal, my brother and I got to sit together, plus on my other side was sitting some cute friend of our cousin’s. And in general there weren’t much girls invited, most females were our mother’s age, so I end up being the princess of the ball. I was getting tons of attention. My brother on the other side, didn’t seem to enjoy himself that much. He smiled, but I could easy label that smile phony. As someone who deeply loves his smiles, I easily could tell a real one from a fake. Soon it was time to dance. This was my time. I love music, it can move me. To be honest dancing is close to masturbating, you let your body move to the rhythm of the music while slightly brushing your hands on your body causing the men around you to drool and wish you were naked. Maybe my dancing is somewhat provocative and suggestive, but that is the only way to release tension in public and express my sexuality. And although I prefer dancing alone, for many reasons, one of which is nobody gets in the way of the rhythm, I accepted all the dancing invitations I had. I wanted maltepe escort my brother to see me dance, I guess I was hoping that dancing with the guys they way I did will make him see me as a woman.In fact, I was in the middle of dancing with the guy that paid so much attention to me the whole evening, the one who sat by my side at the table. When suddenly we got interrupted by my brother. He politely asked to have this dance, his smile phonier than ever. But something about the fake smile and the seriousness in his eyes was incredibly captivating. I have never seen such a look on his face. His eyes were mind-blowingly intense.He took me by my waist and my body tingled at the sensation of his hand against my almost bare back. In fact he pulled me in quite close. It was the first time I was facing him so close. And his movements were smooth compared to other guys whose dancing seemed all jerky and awkward. My brother really seemed to feel the rhythm. And this has made me blush. Since I take dancing so intimately, the fact that his rhythm was absolutely flowing great with mines, made me wonder what he’s like in bed. In fact for the first time, I wondered if he was even a virgin. I didn’t really want to think about it. I was positive he wasn’t one. Regardless, his easy laid back, rhythmic movements have had a drastic kartal escort effect on my body. However, although, my body was aching and urging to be one with him, I was feeling some kind of satisfaction just from dancing with him. His hands were touching me. His face was so close. I could smell his body, and from time to time, my breasts would rub against his chest and that felt amazing. Since I was wearing an almost open back dress, I didn’t wear a bra and now was feeling all the benefits from it, as my nipples rubbed against him through the sheer material. At the end of the dance, he excused himself to the bathroom, leaving me breathless and dizzy from the pleasure just experienced. I had no one to impress anymore, so I refused all the next guys. My brother almost spend the rest of the evening in the bathroom, and I felt abandoned. But nothing could ruin my mood after that dance. Soon it was time to leave, we wished the happy married couple all the best and took a taxi home. I have to say that while my brother was in the bathroom, I drank quite a lot. And now I was feeling quite tipsy. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and took advantage of my state. I let myself slide on my brother and the rest of the ride I had my head on his shoulder and my hand on his lap. This day was really amazing. In the first ride I felt like a bride and a groom, and now I fully felt like a married couple. The only other wish that I had was that we could come home, and he’d undress me and make sweet love to me. The next thing I know, I drifted off and this was exactly what happened in my dream. I don’t even remember how I got home that night.

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