My Brother is Not Gay 2 (Incest)

Hello my dear ones!! Two weeks ago, I got a call from someone who had submitted her first story, which I posted entitled "My Brother Is Not Gay". On the occasion and for personal reasons she did not identify herself in the first post of its history. Now safer than the secrecy I have with people who trust me. her stories, which I put on my page, she not only identified herself as He also allowed his photos to be posted as well. You can have the second part of her story. Hello my dear readers!! In this second part of my story, I've decided to identify myself and show you all who I am. After that life-changing blow job my brother gave me in his spa on the eve of my wedding, I got married like the man said and went off to live my fairy tale with my horny husband. But married life did not go as well as I had hoped, although I loved my husband more and more, but living as a couple was very complicated at first and it caused many fights between us in the first 10 months of marriage. At that time my mother was traveling with my father, and I learned that my brother had fallen ill. Concerned about his health, I decided to accompany him until he recovered while my parents traveled. My husband thought it would be a good one for us, since we were fighting a lot at the time and even the sex between us was being affected, so I went to my parents' house to take care of my brother. I called my brother and we basically talked about his health without touching on the last time we were alone in his spa where I ended up rolling around in my dick. More than ten months without contact, without exchanging a single word without talking to each other or even on the phone, there had been a climate of evident shame between us from that insane transaction, which for me had been the best of my life until that moment, which even the fucking with my husband did not overcome. I was so nervous and anxious at the same time wondering what his reaction would be to seeing me after that day, what our reaction would be face to face, if I would still have that beautiful, wonderful cock all to myself again and if I would still have the courage to fuck my own brother again. Throughout the journey I tortured myself with these thoughts always imagining the worst. To make my emotional state of anxiety worse, my little brother had gone to his office to settle a little "SPA" problem with a fiancée, so I waited in the back of my parents' house, where my mother had a beautiful garden. Without realizing it he came from behind very slowly and covered my eyes and in that I played to find out what it was. All that anxiety had left the bottom of my panties all droopy, mealy-mouthed and with the bottom of my panties all soaked, but when I felt his hands touching my face covering my eyes and his voice saying "guess who it is?" my little sketch just pissed off droplets of milk and drool, increasing the amount and leaving the bottom even dirtier and mealy-mouthed. The pulsating little sketch throbbed and flashed desperately as a chill descended from my head to my feet, ripping away every bit of skin from my little body. It was at that moment that I realized that there would be no obstacle between us and that I would get into trouble again without mercy. As I turned to face him I threw myself on his hill like a happy child. I received his delicious embrace that soothed my soul so afflicted that I feared that what we had was in the past. We held each other for a while, smelling each other's scent as he said every single thing that made me electric, but still very shy, so I leaned over to give him a kiss and our lips touched and there was a shy little seal between us. We looked into each other's eyes, and he told me that the reason he was sick was because his dick was missing my little sketch. And I laughed at him saying he was a liar, that it couldn't be true. Then he confessed that he wasn't sick at all, that it was just a pretext for me to go over there and get fucked by him. As he talked about how he had missed my little sketch all that time, he walked me on his lap until he stood me up against a chestnut tree planted in our backyard. My little brother knelt in front of me and was already lowering my jeans skirt along with my panties. I stood naked before him and asked with a surprised smile on my face. - You gonna eat me right here, bro? And he smiles and says, - The hunger I have for your little scratch is so great that I can't take you to my bedroom bed, it's gonna take fucking time! I stood vulnerable and looking down seeing her knees in front of me, lowered my skirt until she left me naked to then bring her tongue up to my cheek and punch it through the gap and scratch it sliding it from top to bottom. My body was twitching and I closed my eyes sighing. That little tongue was licking and running between my lips making me crazier and crazier to sit on that delicious little box he had. Every blowjob, every little kiss on the forehead or the crack in my skirt, I was just about to die. He did. - Make fun of my mouth. And I just smiled, almost in a panic of delight, with that mouth stuck in my cheek. I leaned my little body, forcing and rubbing more and more of my xotinha into that mouth and without wasting time he stuck his tongue in it and ripped me sharp shrieks. But my body was showing signs of weakness and I slowly bowed to each deeper lick accompanied by louder and louder moans. Sometimes he'd tease me by getting his head stuck, keeping a distance from my sketch, forcing me to shake my hip in the back-and-forth motion so that his tongue would keep sliding between her lips, causing a chill in my soul. What a nice blowjob I got that morning. That little tongue gave a real bath in my little sketch leaving it completely clean of that drool and the little milk she had vomited before. But it didn't stop there. His intention with that blow job was evil and he was aiming to make fun of me in his mouth, but I had trouble making fun, it wasn't that easy. And he went on and on until my little baby body couldn't take the pressure anymore and I felt like I was going to pee in his mouth. I groaned myself and all full of denge and pampered. He knew I was about to pee in his face and he risked more and more pushing me to my limit. And I started laughing right there on my feet for the first time in my life, in a man's mouth and standing out in the open. Couldn't have been better. I was screaming, writhing all over myself, feeling the bones in my little legs shaking and going numb. But he thoughtlessly didn't peel the tongue from my clitoris as he inserted one of his little fingers to make that moment unforgettable. So that I wouldn't fall, because my legs couldn't take the weight of my little body, which was getting heavy from that mockery, plus the pressure that that orgasm put on my whole body. I felt the walls of my snout heating up as if urine was rushing through my narrow canal at the same time as the inner muscles of my snout were all contracting. The first milkshakes began to be spit directly into his waiting mouth. In desperation I twisted and shouted more and more as that sensation caused my whole body to be electrified with the energy of orgasm. His little mouth filled with drops of my silver rain mixed with my bleached semen, which my brother refused to waste by drinking until there was nothing left. I enjoyed it quickly and he delighted to see me like that, completely given over to pleasure. My skin shivered my little body convulsed with that mockery that wouldn't stop. I apologize for sending you pictures of me with eye tags, But it's for safety. Thank you for your sensitivity and understanding.