Two Divorced Siblings

Two Divorced Siblings

Rose and Andy I have to admit this feels pretty weird finally saying all this out loud. I mean, even admitting that you want to have sex with your brother is one thing, but admitting that you two are in a hot loving incestuous relationship is another thing altogether. One is just a kinky fantasy; the other is full on Southern trailer park white trash shit isn't it? Until recently, I would've thought so. Having actually (and recently) experienced it firsthand though, I realize it's not as disgusting and tawdry as the old jokes and old stereotypes used to make it seem. My brother and I are both full grown adults. None of our choices hurt anyone else. We just realized there was a bond that we couldn't shake. Once it was fully realized, we couldn't stop. I suppose it would make sense right here to tell you a little bit about myself and my brother. My name is Rosalyn but, everyone calls me Rose I'm 46 years old. I was a bit of a wild child growing up, but more in a Midwest style of wild, nothing too crazy. I have a few tattoos and multiple piercings in my ears. I usually wear rings, necklaces, and a watch. My hair is blonde. It's long and wavy and my eyes are a hazel green. I have a smattering of freckles. At 5'5" and 147 pounds, my 36C breasts do look larger on my frame. I'm in relatively good shape, having had a life of work. I never had kids and that's a sore spot that'll come up later. My breasts are capped with wide honey colored areola, and I keep my blonde pubes shaved into a trimmed V shape. My hardships came from the simple matter of marrying too young. I met Matt right out of high school. He was a friend of a friend and we ended up dating and later, married. Now as I said, I never had any children. It's because I'm not able to. That became a sore spot between Matt and I, and the growing resentment eventually became too much to keep our marriage going. I'd never gone to college (hell, I'd barely graduated high school) and I took whatever work was available. I'd have a variety of jobs-fast food, bartending, even some factory work. When my marriage failed, Matt moved on to a much younger woman that could give him a kid and did. I moved closer to my family so that I could have some support. I stayed with our parents. Our father, Gordon, had already retired and moved out of the small town we grew up in. They'd inherited a house in North Carolina from mom's side of the family. Dad, Andy, and our other brother Allen had worked on it most summers when we'd visit family. Dawn, my mother said, "Welcome...how long do you think you'll stay?" She was being supportive, but I knew she didn't want me there any more than I wanted to be there. "It's only temporary," I promised, "I'm gonna start looking for a job on Monday. I'll look for a place as soon as I get enough for the first payment stuff." "You should check over at The Sunny Oaks Country Club," mom told me. "They are always hiring." The place was the big swanky country club with a golf course and hotel on the outside of the city. It is one of the biggest employers in the area. "I told her, "I'll definitely check it out, mom." My brother Andrew is called Andy by everyone. He's 31 years old, a full 15 years younger than me. Mom had him when she was 36 and he was a last minute surprise, she likes to say. He's 6 feet, 1 inch and a tight 189 pounds. He has dark brown hair that has that boyish tousled wild look usually. He has wonderfully deep brown eyes that can say so much even when he doesn't say anything at all. He has no tattoos, no piercings, no major affectations, beyond a simple leather-banded watch. He keeps is face clean shaven, but he has manly eyebrows, and eye lashes I would kill for. Where as I have the bright golden Irish look about me, he has that rugged, dark, roguish quality of Irish. We were both the dreamers and creatives in our family. I used to draw and could draw horses really well. Later I began drawing my favorite musicians for myself and my friends. He used to write and could probably do this story better than I am. I know that he and his friend did a brief comic book together, but not professionally. Plus, he used to play Dungeons & Dragons with his friends in high school and college. He seemed really adept at weaving compelling stories on the fly on the weekends. The other thing is, however, Andy has a quiet intelligence about him as well. Sure, he is a dreamer, but he's incredibly practical which I think stopped him from ever doing anything creative, especially when good old practical work was right in front of him. Andy got a job right out of high school, even while taking classes and courses at the local community collge. He got himself into a small apartment. He married his high school sweetheart, Natalie and they moved to where her college was. He continued his classes online and ended up in a physically demanding job, working in factories and warehouses, but it paid for her to go to school. He never complained. It was just the natural order of things to him. Husband's support their families. His dreams get put on the back burner while he props them up. The plan was for her to complete school, then they would have money for him to go for his bachelor's degrees. Going to college and all of sudden meeting new people, it wasn't long before she was cheating on him. Later Andy had said, "I bought the house I'd picked out. I worked on it. Nat never really cared, but she took it when she could. She did it out of spite and just to hurt me! I'm not even the one that was cheating. I'd bought the cars. A Mustang for me and the Trailblazer she wanted. She took the sports car in the divorce and left me the SUV. Again, just because she knew I wanted the Mustang. She'd of taken both cars even they'd of let her." I could tell the material possessions weren't what pissed him off, but they were tangible things he'd lost through Natalie's betrayal. Luckily, they hadn't had any children by then or she would've put him through the wringer for that too. Since he'd given up going to college to put her through school, she didn't get any continuing support. She had tried. With nowhere else to go, and no support system in the area, he moved to be closer to our family too. My divorce was only three months earlier and I was still at mom and dad's house. We had an uncle that had passed away a few years earlier, and no one was living in his little house in town. Andy moved in there. He smiled as he moved in. He looked around and said, "The place is a hovel, but it has a roof, a bed and nowhere near my cheating ex-wife." Andy put in at the country club too a few months after I'd started. I was bartending, but he actually put in for, and was hired to, management. Apparently, in one of his factory jobs, he moved up to a supervisor and was good at schedules and payroll in Excel, and had the people skills suited for management. He started out as a floor supervisor and eventually moved into management, overseeing several departments. Since we had different last names, (he had our original name and I, of course, had my married name), no one knew we were related. We were on different shifts and in different apartments, so we really didn't interact at work anyway. He didn't want to stay in the hovel and I definitely didn't wanna stay with our parents for long, so we began looking for apartments or houses to rent that wouldn't be too far from our job. We ended up finding a pretty decent three bedroom ranch style house for rent not too far from the country club. They were of a mind of renting with an option to buy later if we wanted it. Keep in mind, this was several years ago before prices for housing got insane as it is now. It is a resort area though and was still priced higher than either one of us wanted to pay alone. It just made sense to move in together and split the costs. We each had our own bedroom. My bedroom had an ensuite bathroom and there was a second bathroom right outside his bedroom door. Say what you will about two family members living together, but having a hunky younger man walking around and giving me nothing but love and support, it got to me. I started noticing all his attractive qualities. I noticed the clef in his chin, the deep color in his eyes, the gruff voice in the morning and family or not it, started to stir something in me. I began to think of him less and less as a loving brother and more and more as a hunky young man. We jumped around on shifts enough that we ended up with the same days off. We got to see each other frequently and hang out. We hardly ever saw each other through the week. Being a facilities manager, he worked during the days, and as a bartender, I worked in the evenings. We were currently sharing his Trailblazer so when he would come home, I would take it and go back to work. It was a simple routine. He'd pull in and leave the car running. "Honey, I'm home," he joked more than once. I'd pluck the cars from his hand, "Thanks for the car, dear." I joked back. We laughed as I headed out, telling him there was food in the fridge. It was just the two of us in our small apartment and we definitely got to see enough of each other in various states of undress. He would be stretched out on the couch in a T-shirt and boxers while I would be curled up on the loveseat in a think tank top and panties. It never struck me as odd because I'd grown up with Allen running around in his white tighties and didn't think anything of it. He never seemed bothered beyond mild amusement or maybe a little appreciation. I'm not sure why it didn't stand out to us more. Plus, I think it had something to do with both of us coming from marriages where we had the opposite sex around us in all manners throughout the day. On our days off, we would do all of our grocery shopping. We would do our laundry. We would meal prep for the week. Any errands that we need to get done were taken care of on those two days. We were cohabitating quite nicely. Being the only two in the house, we started commiserating during dinner, or while scrolling our phones or watching TV. It didn't take long before we were sharing more details about what we had wanted or what we'd hoped would have happened with our lives. We talked about sex too and I can't even pinpoint the moment it happened when things changed. Physically, it was obvious enough when things changed, you'll see, but I'm talking about the switch in my brain that allowed me to even think of my brother as a potential sexual partner. The day things changed was a beautiful afternoon and we were watching a movie on one of the streaming services. The light coming through the window cast a glare on the nice TV we had picked out together. "I can't see very well over here. The glare is too much," I said. He suggested, "Just move over here then. I can see fine from here." I moved over and was cuddling with him on the couch. He was reclined against the arm of the couch with his legs stretched out, and I was leaning against his chest. It was a comfortable fit, and I'm amazed at how easy we just ended up that way. We hadn't discussed it, we hadn't planned. We just sat down to watch a movie. "This is cozy," he commented. I only murmured in agreement. I had on a tank top and a pair of boy short panties. They were white lace and maybe too sheer to wear with my brother, but I hadn't planned on sharing the couch with him. I shifted against him and, as if on cue, one of my big boobs popped out of my tank top. I put it back in quick enough, but I was sure he saw. My squirming to get comfortable, pushed my hip into him and I felt it. His erection was saying hello. My brother was packing some nicely sized equipment. I tilted my face to look up at his and I could see the redness at his cheeks. He knew I felt his erection pushing into me. That about did me in right there. Here I have been without sex and this wonderfully handsome younger man that was so loving and caring had a significant erection that seemingly liked me as well. My mind swirled while I tried to make sense of what I was feeling. My body was flushed and my pussy was tingling. I couldn't deny it - I wanted him. I knew I wanted him. He couldn't possibly feel the same way about me, could he? Not only am I 15 years older than him, but I'm also his sister. People don't do this. I could feel his hard cock throb against me. Like I said, I couldn't pinpoint exactly how it happened, but I've moved slightly shifting my face closer to his. His eyes had a smolder in them as he gazed at me as my face moving closer to his. I heard the low soft rustle of my tank top being lifted up to expose my large breasted mature body and soon we were kissing each other's cheeks and foreheads. We moved slowly into an open mouth kiss that had his cock at full attention. Soon enough, I could smell the heat of my own arousal filling the room. I nuzzled into my brother and my hand found his cock. We were soon kissing with a fever of passion finally released. Andy's lips found mine and a small murmur of acceptance and desire escaped my mouth as his tongue entered my mouth to duel with my quickly lashing tongue. Andy let out an audible gap. Knowing that he never locked his bedroom door, I stood and held my hand out to him. He looked stunned, but still overcome with desire. There I was beckoning, with my top up over my sizable mounds and a sheer white panty. He looked like he couldn't stop himself even if he had wanted. He took my hand and stood with me. I led him to his room. I walked right in. Without turning on the light or making a sound, I walked over to his bed, where he would sleep just a few rooms away from his hot to trot sister. I turned and quietly got us undressed, then pulled off the covers from the bed and stood looking at my brother's wonderful nude body. This was no pumped up gym rat. This body was forged by hard physical labor and determined responsibility. The afternoon glare shone through the window still throwing lights and shadows about the room in weird shapes. It was enough light to appreciate the man before me. I couldn't believe how calm, yet ready, he looked. I could feel the masculinity radiate from him. I went into his outreached arms and he engulfed me, pressing the tight hard body against my softer more mature form. His mouth found my own and I couldn't help but moan and wallow in the sensation. Gently, I began fondling his thick impressive cock. It wasn't comical or porno sized, but it was significant. It wasn't long before it was throbbing from feeling my soft strong hand against it. It really got me hot, realizing this was my brother and he seemed to have no objections to where this was going. I brought a hand up to my nipple, tweaking it with two fingers it and holding it tight. I shifted, spreading my legs, a little, allowing my other hand to drift down onto my pussy and clit. Andy moaned, and pushed his cock against my hand. I pumped his cock with my hand several more times and he moaned again, arching his back. Finally, he broke the silence. "God, Rose," he whispered, "Are we doing this?" I nodded, looking deep into his yes, "Yes, " I assured him. "I've wanted to for awhile now. Are you mad?" He grinned, "Only mad with lust...too corny?" "No, not for us. We're corny," I said. I played with his nuts delicately, causing his hips to shift, seeking the best sensations. I returned to stroking his fine member while I slid two fingers into my hot mature cunt using the same timing with which I caressed him. I was so wet that when I took my fingers out, they shone in the scant light. I placed my fingers to Andy's lips and he sucked the glistening digits into his mouth and licked off the juices. I knew he was ready for all we had to share. I took my fingers out of his mouth and leaned in to kiss him, telling him how much I cared for him when our lips parted. He whispered in my ear his love for me too. I smiled and slid my hand back down and continued stroking his cock. I've wanted you for so long, Andy. I don't know when it started, honey," I said. I told him,"Lie back on the bed." and his cock pointed skyward even harder. My own nipples were standing out by that point too. I was so horny and the anticipation of finally getting to ride my brother's cock was making me wet. His hands rose to claim my breasts and the warm strong hands arrested my breath. He brushed a hand across my sensitive nipple as I bent over him, making me moan and making him grin. He tweaked and tugged gently at the hardened peaks making dancing pleasures cascade through me. I bent to his ear and said, "Relax and enjoy what I have in store for you." I kissed him very deep, circling my tongue around his lips and running it across his teeth. I bit his lower lip and tugged it deliciously. His tongue entered my mouth, and I sucked on it like I was sucking his prick, sliding his tongue in and out between my lips. "Fuck, Rose! Oh God," Andy cried out, feeling the sensation of my mouth, tongue, lips, and throat sucking while I continued squeezing on his thick pulsing penis. It made him shiver in anticipation. I increased the pressure of my mouth against his, ramping him even higher. His rod was throbbing with excitement. I lifted his chin and kissed his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. My mouth moved up, and I took one of his earlobes into it, delicately nibbling and sucking on it. He was moaning and allowing his hands to tour up and down my tingling body, setting me aflame. I looked down at his large pulsing cock, watching it throb as the hairs on his arm began to stand up. I kissed and licked my way down his wonderful tight belly and blew ever so slightly on his pole. He writhed and leaned his head back, waiting me for take him in my mouth. I didn't do that just yet, however. I slid my hand over the soft, veiny flesh, barely brushing against it. He caught his breath with excitement, a bead of pre-cum forming at the head of his dick. I took it on my finger and dabbed it to my lips. I sucked my own finger into my mouth and moaned at the texture and taste of my younger brother's salty spunk. I'd gotten so horny. I was having a hard time, keeping myself from simply climbing up onto his cock and coming all over it, but I managed to contain myself. I asked him, "Are you happy?" "With this? Yes!" he said. I then asked Andy, "Do you want even more of your sister?" Again he exclaimed, "Hell yes!" I asked, "Are you OK. I won't go any further if this is gonna hurt us." "Never," he assured me. "Then what would you like?" I finally asked him. He said confidently, "I want to taste you wet pussy." I told him he had to wait for just a little bit longer, but the wait would be worth it. I looked down at Andy, thick stiff cock, and couldn't resist the temptation any longer, I had to have it in my mouth. I decided that I needed to lick it, so I took his thick cock in my hot mouth and sucked away. He was practically begging me to fuck him by then saying that he wanted me so bad that he would shoot if I didn't do something soon. As I sucked him in, I smiled in ecstasy. This was my loving brother and I wanted him to feel bliss. I told him I wasn't ready, but I must admit that I was having a hard time holding back, my creamy slit was dripping wet. The sensation of his cock pulsing in my mouth was so intense. Andy was moaning and squirming. I was as wanton as I'd ever been. I almost came just from having that hard meat in my mouth, his strong hands gripping my hair as he face-fucked me. My cheeks hollowed out as I caressed the velevety head with my tongue and sucked the thick shaft. I pumped my fist determinedly along my brothers throbbing cock. I then twisted over him and squatted over his face. A drop of my pussy just landed on his lips and he lapped it eagerly his pink tongue leaving a visible gleam around his mouth. I sat down on his smooth face and let him lick my aroused cunt more. My nipples were so hard by that point that I couldn't help taking taking them in my hands and feeling them while he worshipped my pussy.