I can’t tell this to anyone in my real life, but god, I loved it. [FM]

The only reason I’m posting here is because I need to talk to someone. Better yet, I need to tell someone what happened because I can never bring this up in real life.

It happened exactly 12 hours ago and I’m still thinking about it, still shaking all over. I can feel him again and again, I close my eyes and he’s there, his scent is all over me, his voice in my ear, his hands all over.

He’s tall and lean but muscular. He’s got the bluest eyes, teeth white as snow and dark hair. I’m petite, my hair goes down to my waist and my hazel eyes sometimes lock on his blue ones and I can’t look away. We want each other and we can’t be together. We can’t be together because he’s the adopted son of my biological father. The father I only met a year ago and since then, my adoptive brother and I have been falling for one another.

He’s got a girlfriend and I had someone else. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him, I couldn’t stop wanting him. Every night I touched myself picturing him there with him. On my bed, right before falling asleep, I’d spread my legs and touch myself over my panties to get wetter, to tease myself while picturing how I would go down on him, how impressed he’d be because I’m such a good girl, because I want him inside my mouth, all the way in, making me gag, holding my head in place to show me he is the one in control. After letting my imagination take over, I’d discard my panties and feel how soaked I was, rubbing my clit until I came, biting my lip to keep from screaming. The next day I’d look him in the eye and get the feeling that he knew.

This went on for so long I honestly thought nothing would ever happen, I was convinced it was something I’d keep to myself forever. Then one day we were talking. I went to hug him before leaving the house and I pressed against him. I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t, it just sort of happened. I had the urge and I pressed against him and I felt him, I felt him going hard and I couldn’t let go and he couldn’t either. We stayed that way for a while, his hand on the small of back, his face buried on my neck and then we broke apart. We could barely talk, I hurried out of there, my face was so red and hot and I was already so horny, so full of want.

I’ve always been like this–I’ve been with just one man my entire life. I’m 24, lost my virginity to my ex-boyfriend but I needed to have sex every day or at least touch myself. I’ve always pictured being taken by complete strangers and fucked over and over again, used like a doll. I’d have sex with my ex and an hour later I’d want it again. It was the reason we broke up, he said he felt inadequate, that he couldn’t keep up with me. He was scared I was cheating or would eventually cheat just to keep myself satisfied.

Then I met him, my adoptded brother (from now on I’ll call him R to avoid confusion). With R it isn’t just desire, it’s common interests, it’s understanding. He takes care of me and is protective of me. I remember one time he got jealous of a guy flirting with me. His girlfriend was there but he couldn’t hide his annoyence at someone wanting to be with me. I know it’s wrong but I loved it so much, I loved to see he was bothered.

Even with all of this I never believed it’d become real. Then, we went to a party yesterday. His girlfriend was supposed to be there too but she couldn’t make it. It was just the two of us, lost in a crowd full of people we didn’t know.

We’re there, music is loud and he gravitates towards me. There’s tension and awkwardness, we’re close, but not as close as we would like and we can’t be closer but there’s that feeling lingering in the air of something forbidden. He’s wearing a blue t-shirt and I want to laugh and tell him about my rose colored panties, I want to tell him we go together, the colors, I mean. I want to tell him everything but we talk about nothing and I pretend I see a friend and excuse myself. I try to blend in with everyone else, but I know his eyes are on me. This random guys comes up and compliments me, calls me beautiful, I smile and my heart beats a little fast because I know R is seeing this, I know he’s jealous and I like it. So I touch this guy’s arm and I lean towards him as I say something silly. It’s shitty and immature but I figure if I can’t be with R, then I deserve to have fun.

Next thing I know, R is in front of me telling this guy I have a boyfriend and pulling me by the hand. He drags me to the rooftop of the apartment building. It’s a cold night and there’s no one there except us but he closes the door to the stairs, and in the absence of keys, uses one of the plastic chairs there to hold the door closed. By now I can’t stop shaking. I know something is going to happen, I just don’t know what.

He turns to me, arches his eyebrows in that way he does every time he’s angry. He asks me what the hell was I doing and I just shrug, returning his question with another one. Why is he so bothered? He denies everything, of course, he’s just looking out for me, that guy was clearly a creep, he says. I say the only creep here is him, considerng he’s the one who locked us both on the rooftop just because I was flirting. We don’t speak for a moment, and once I get tired of waiting for his response I try to walk past him but he holds my wrist. He’s looking right into my eyes, his gaze lowers to my lips then back up, and he asks in a very low tone: “Why are you doing this?”

Truth be told, I have no idea, I have no idea why I’m doing this but at that moment the sentence that escapes my lips is one that I guess changed everything.

“Because you’re with her.”

I swear I swear I swear his kiss is better than anything I’ve ever tasted. I don’t know if it was the confession but all I know is that at that moment something simply snaps and he pins me against the wall next to the door and holds the back of my head with one hand while his other one grabs me by the waist. I feel like I’m on overdrive because I can feel everything and I do that again, I press against him, my breasts on his chest, the fabric of my dress suddenly seems to be made of paper, and he presses back, moves the hand on my waist down to grab my ass and squeeze and I moan right into that kiss.

When he pulls me even closer I feel how hard he is and how he’s not trying to hide it, unlike that first time.

There’s a rush of adrenaline and I’m so wet and in need and I want him to know so I grab his hand and direct it to the front. He gets the hint, lifts my dress without stopping the kiss and touches me through my panties, the rose colored ones that go with his blue shirt somehow.

When I feel his hand on my pussy I shiver and he sighs, we break apart to breathe, he wants to say something and I’m way too scared this will all come crumbling down if we stop to think about so I unbuckle his belt with trembeling fingers, his gaze down on my hands as I pull his zipper down and take his cock out through the slit of his boxers.

I know him, I know he’s expecting me to kiss him again, to play the fool, to pretend I’m this innocent girl who only had one boyfriend and is not that experienced.

He doesn’t know about my perverted side, he doesn’t know how much I want it all the time, he doesn’t know how much I imagine being reckless, being taken by many—he doesn’t know how much I want him. So I hold his cock in my hands and he’s big and thick and hot, I can feel him throbbing.

I bring my hand to my mouth and lick my palm and then I start stroking him, moving my hand up and down slowly, the adrenaline preventing me to shy away under his gaze.

He parts his lips slightly, closes his eyes for a second as I press my thumb on the underside of his cockhead, that sensitive spot all good and he’s so amazing, he’s so amazing I want to bend over and ask him to fuck me right away but I drop to my knees instead and he’s barely breathing as he looks down at me, knowing what I’m about to do. I know there’s a part of him that want to say I don’t have to. I don’t have to because he’s big and I might choke on his cock and I’m so helpless, I’m so delicate, I only had one person and I know there’s a smug side of R that makes him think he’s way bigger than my ex was (and he’s right but he doesn’t need to know that) and he really doesn’t want to hurt me.

I don’t give him room to think about stopping me. I hold his cock with just one hand and lick a stripe on the underside, from the base to the head, I lick him good, and he throws his head back and I smile. I do it again and again, getting his cock wet with my saliva, and when he’s distracted by the teasing, I take him in my mouth. I suck him hard, my head bobbing up and down as his grunts serve as background music to me. His right hand is on the top of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair and he’s hesitating in pushing my head to take more of his cock so I help him out, I let him slide inside my mouth to the point he hits the back of my throat. That’s when he hisses and groans and looks down at me and I look at him, his cock in my mouth, my eyes watering as I keep him there, I’m close to choking and I’m soaking wet for him. When I can’t take it anymore I back up slowly, let him slide off my mouth, his cock wet and so hard, god, so hard and I take him in my hands while trying to regain my composure.

He grabs me by the arms, ”Come here”, he says, kissing and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he oulls my panties to the side, and I throw my arms around his neck. He grabs his cock with one hand, even teases me with it, rubs it all over my pussy, and then he slides inside me. Just the tip first, and then all of his cock. It doesn’t hurt, but it stings at first, I feel him stretching me and I dig my nails on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he says right in my ear. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight.”

I don’t even know what else to say besides ‘please’ and he takes the hint, starts moving, a steady, good pace. His thrusts are controlled, I can tell, he’s holding back, he goes all in and then slides back until he’s almost slipping out of me and then he thrusts into me again and I know he wants to lose himself, wants to let go of that control. I’m so wet and horny and I don’t want this to ever stop but I need release, I need him so much, so I beg, I beg with no shame. I ask him to fuck me, harder, please, harder and he says he doesn’t want to hurt me but I ask him again, harder harder harder harder and he gives him, fucking me hard and fast, his thrusts erratic, his hands holding me and his mouth on my neck, biting my skin like an animal and pounding into me until I’m almost screaming.

I tell him I’m close, he kisses me, keeps moving, his thrusts heavy, I can feel him, all of him and that’s when I come, that’s when I clnch around his cock and cry out and tremble as my orgasm hits me, that tingling feeling making its way from my feet to my head, getting me high.

“Come with me,” I beg him. “Please, please, come with me.”

He doesn’t last much after that, pounds into me and then goes still, biting his lips and closing his eyes, coming inside me. I feel him hot and heavy inside me, I feel everything, and I can’t believe this is happening.

He slips out of me slowly, readjusts my panties, his come dripping out of me and staining them. He pulls up his zipper, looks at me, I’m shaking and scared but he fixes my hair and gives me a kiss.

He tells me he doesn’t want to leave and that breaks my heart. I don’t want to leave either. I know the minute we get out of here we’ll have to face reality.

He grabs my hand and gets me down to the party anyway. He drives me home, I ask him now what, he says we’ll figure it out. He lets me go with another kiss and now I’m here. It’s been 12 hours and I’m here. He texted me if I’m okay 4 hours ago but I haven’t responded, I don’t know how. I can’t tell this to anyone. I’m lost but it was so worth it, it was so damn worth it. I want it again. I want more. I want him to fill all of my holes, I want him with me day and night, I want fucking marathons with him, I want to come until I can’t even make sense of the world anymore.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6wd6h9/i_cant_tell_this_to_anyone_in_my_real_life_but