Here I am, 46 years old and with a hubby who goes off to sea for 4/5 weeks at a time. He's good to me for sure. Works as a marine consultant and earns good money. As I type I'm looking down on my jewelled fingers and wondering how much he has these rings insured for.
At the moment he's away and I have the time and privacy to write. Just thinking should I really put this in writing. The events that I have told no one but I feel I want to share. Here I can do that anonymously. Good, maybe that will help.
What I am going to relate happened two years ago.
Firstly let me tell you about myself. I was educated to a reasonable and professional standard. Good parents and a brother nearly two years older.
Robert, my brother who always looked after me, was protective of me at school and on whom I came to rely upon. We grew up with that sibling love that very rarely sank into anger or disagreement.
I married at twenty three. In love and happy. Never conceived although we tried.
Robert, he never married. He had girlfriends galore but never seemed to commit himself. Worked his way up to become a medical rep. Good job, well paid.
Two years ago with hubby away at sea Robert was coming to this city on business and I offered to put him up to save him on hotel bills. He was very happy with that.
The day he was due I felt so happy knowing I was going to have his company for a few days.
He arrived in the early evening and no sooner had he left his briefcase and travel bag in the guest room than he announced he intended taking me out for dinner. I certainly didn't argue about that. The Italian restaurant was walking distance so we ambled down.
Surprise, surprise! He had already booked.
Lovely meal with a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
We returned well fed and watered. Into comfortable chairs and another bottle of wine. We talked and reminisced about 'old times' as one would do.
The discussion turned to our sex lives and really I began to feel uncomfortable with it. Not that I had anything to hide but with my brother it didn't seem appropriate.
Bed time came and we retired, me to my marital bed and he to the guest room. I lay there, just a little aroused from our conversation thinking of him in the next room.
My special rock on whom I had so much faith and loved was so close but socially unavailable. I fell asleep eventually thinking, to be honest, unthinkable things.
I awoke in the morning to the sound of the shower. I wondered for a moment why it was running and then I remembered Robert. My mind began working overtime picturing him in the shower. What was he like naked?
Then I did the most ridiculous thing. I got up and still in my shorty nightie (I have never worn anything else) I went into the bathroom where he was shaving. He looked surprised to see me but we wished each other good morning and I watched him finish.
Standing there in his boxers I had to admire him He was well built, strong arms and just nicely tanned from his latest holiday.
I then made the silliest excuse you could ever imagine and said to him; 'Robert I have a sore thigh, don't know why but it's been like this for several days. Maybe with your medical knowledge you would know what the matter is'.
He turned to me and said; 'Sure, I'll take a look.'
I pulled up my nightie, just on one side, keeping the rest of me covered. Robert knelt down and looked at my thigh.
'I don't see anything wrong, no bruising or anything untoward.'
Then he looked up at me and I could see the questions in hiseyes. He placed one hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently up and down. 'Is that where it it is sore?'
'yes.'
'Pain can travel, maybe six inches or so, usually from the direction of blood flow.' He said.
Then he took his other hand and moved my nightie to the side, exposing my vulva. I knew he could see my pussy and somehow I liked the thought of it. I usually keep it shaved and so it was that day.
'Do you mind if I take a look to see if there is any inflammation here?' He said, touching my labia.
'Its ok, I don't mind.'
His fingers slowly prised open my outer labia. Oh! I could feel myself getting damp. Then he lent forward and placed a very light kiss on my outer lips. ... I nearly fainted.
'Does that help?' He asked.
'Oh yes...lovely.'
He looked up at me and said 'Kathleen, if you lay down I could kiss it much better than me kneeling here. Would you like that?'
I just nodded my head without speaking.
We just seemed to understand each other at this point and he took my hand and led me back to my bedroom. I moved like someone in a trance and automatically lay on the bed.
Robert sat on the bed beside me his hand moving my nightie up to my waist.
I did feel rather vulnerable at this point but to be truthful I did not care. I felt his hand stroking my tummy, moving down so slowly. Then to my vulva. My legs seemed to open automatically. My eyes closed and I felt Robert move unto the bed and between my legs. He kissed the inside of both knees and ever so slowly his kisses moved up.
I know I was trembling at this point. The very thought of my brother between my legs was so arousing me that I thought I would pass out.
His kissing continued until I felt his tongue teasing open my outer labia, then the inner ones until he found my clitoris.
Oh!, how can I tell my readers how I then felt?
I was lost ...completely.
I felt the trembling increase until my whole body was shaking.
Then I hit the big O...oooooo.
I grabbed his hair and hung on to him until the best orgasm I had experienced for years died away. Then I relaxed my fingers and fell back exhausted. What had I done?
I felt Robert moving off the bed. Then his lips brushed mine lightly and then to my ear with a whispered 'Tonight Kathleen.'
Then he was gone.
I lay there in a sublime stupor. Fell asleep into a soft and dreamless sleep.
When I woke and remembered what had happened my mind was in a turmoil. What had we done? Was it incest? The only thing sure to me was it was wrong. But I knew the excitement it had kindled in me was so strong. Wrong it might have been but I knew I had enjoyed every second of it.
