Dear Diary
In the morning after a feverish night spent with my little brother in a strange house I woke up with a shiver. Thinking that I had a cold at night because I was naked I pulled the sheet over me. I looked lovingly at my brother who was lying next to me. He was sleeping so deeply that he must have needed a rest after last night. We had been bed partners who crossed the line of taboo, for about two months. I was having sex with my own brother. I don't regret it at all. I feel my womanhood for the first time after marriage. I love my husband too but this is something else.
I reached over to Okan and hugged him. After stroking his erect penis with my hand he woke up when I took it in my mouth and I started to lick it. He was stroking my hair.
"Am I in heaven?" he said.
I took his penis out of my mouth for a short while and said "Good morning dear" and continued to lick it.
He was stroking my buttocks with his hand and fingering my vagina. He pulled me up turning my hips towards him. He started licking my vagina while I was licking his dick. What a morning of pleasure it was. After going on for a while with my back to him I climbed on top of his penis and slowly took it. I was fucking my little brother by moving my hips back and forth.
Okan was stroking my back and helping me by raising his hips. Footsteps were heard from the corridor the others had also woken up. I turned my head over my shoulder and smiled at Okan. I was going up and down on his penis trying not to make too much noise. It didn't take long for both of us to ejaculate. I was staring out the window at the sea while my little brother's warm semen filled me up.
I got up from his lap and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. We went downstairs after collecting the bed and tidying the room. Melda had prepared the breakfast table. When I went to the kitchen and asked if there was anything that could use my help Talha grabbed me by the shoulders and sat me down at the table. We all laughed at his act. He was a very witty and funny young man at the age of nineteen. I was looking at Yelda who was sitting across from me with the air of a triumphant commander-- she couldn't steal my man from me.
After a pleasant breakfast my cell phone rang. My husband was calling. I picked up the phone and went to the beach. He said that they had found a place on the mountain that had cell reception and that he called me at the first opportunity because he missed me so much. When I told him we were at Okan's girlfriend's summer house he asked me for details. Since he knew him more or less he was surprised that Okan had found himself a girlfriend. He said that when he returned he wanted to go out to dinner together. He excitedly explained that the hunt was going on and that they shot a wild boar in the morning. I hung up saying I loved him and to be very careful.
Okan came to me and asked if everything was all right. I told him about the conversation we had with Aykut.
"No problem. Yelda is dying for my love." he replied smugly.
I was getting nervous with jealousy. When we got back to the others Yelda said she wanted to go to the city center and do some shopping. Talha and Melda opposed her and said that they wanted to spend the day by swimming in the sea. Utku was going to meet her lover. Yelda approached and hugged Okan with a flirtatious tone and Okan agreed to go together. Even though I never wanted them to be together it was going to work for me and Aykut. Everyone had a plan.
"Will you drive me home too?" I asked.
"Buse we will go to the sea together please stay." Melda insisted.
Okan added "What are you going to do alone at home? We'll go back together in the evening."
I gave the key to the house telling him to bring me clean clothes from the house. I was looking at them as they walked towards the garage. Yelda had her arm around Okan's waist. Utku said he forgot his wallet and went back to the house. When I followed them to open the windows and to tell him to ventilate the house I caught Okan kissing Yelda leaning against the garage wall.
His hand was in her denim shorts. The fingers that had stroked my vagina two hours ago were now caressing Yelda. Maybe he was going to fuck the bitch at my house. My hands and feet were shaking with anger. I had to restrain myself not to slap them both. I quietly went back to the garden before they saw me.
I sat on the plastic chair and lit my cigarette. I couldn't believe my brother was doing this to me. He had gone to another woman before his semen had dried inside me. I was going to ask him to account for this.
Melda was standing in front of me. Was there no escape from this girl? She pulled me by the arm and took me to her room to choose a bikini. The most modest of them looked like the black one with the rope. The bottom was but the top didn't fit me since her breasts were small. It wasn't covering my breasts completely. I took it off saying I couldn't wear this. The way she looked at my bare breasts caught my attention. I sat on the bed. She left the door open when she went to see if any one of her mother's bikinis fit me as she hurried upstairs.
When I got up to close the door we met Talha who was passing through the corridor. His eyes locked on my bare breasts. I could cover my breasts with my arm but he was staring at me with such admiration that I didn't feel like doing it. It was obvious that his penis had risen from his shorts. It would be a pleasant memory for the young man. When the footsteps came from the stairs I went inside and closed the door. What had I done? My heart was fidgeting. Finally when Melda brought me a matching bikini top I put it on and went down to the beach.
Melda and Talha were talking about something. When I came they changed the subject. I looked at Talha from the corner of my eye while I was applying sunscreen to Melda. He was watching my body with hungry eyes. When it was my turn I noticed Melda caressing my groin while applying sunscreen. Except for Yelda were all the members of this family interested in me or was I misunderstanding. While we were chatting a short-haired woman in her forties came up to us. Melda stood up and hugged her. I thought maybe they were relatives.
Talha leaned over my ear and said "Melda's special friend."
It took me a few seconds to understand what he was implying when he said that. Melda likes women. Actually I suspected her interest in me by the way she looked at my breasts and caressed my body. Everyone's preferences were their own life. I was also fucking my own brother. Pelin was a forty-two-year-old woman who was divorced from her husband.