Brotherly care – Homecoming
Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, she is a married woman, but had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on. Hope you all will enjoy the story. I am Geetha, 32 years old, married for the past 8 years. We are from a middle-class Tamil family residing in one of the busy cities of the state. I have 2 kids, and my husband works in a private company. My parents and my younger brother live in a small town far south of Tamil Nadu. After marriage, due to my husband’s job, we settled in the city. Our married life had no flaws; he was a perfect husband, and I was a good homemaker, taking the pride of my parental family, and also maintaining a great bond with my in-laws. This incident happened 4 years back, it was between my brother and me. After that, I have been a sex hungry woman and had many encounters without the knowledge of my family and my husband. My brother was out of college and working in our hometown in a startup company along with his friends. Everything was normal until Diwali that year. My husband managed to bundle a long leave for the occasion, and we were all headed to our hometown. We celebrated Diwali at our in-laws’ place, and I had already informed my husband that I would spend the next two or three days with my parents, as it’s been so long since I have been home; he accepted wholeheartedly, and the kids accompanied me. I entered the home with joy and happiness, but my home was a graveyard; it did not have any signs of the fresh festival. Surprisingly, I walked in and found my mom in the kitchen and enquired about what had happened. She started crying and told me a long story for nearly an hour, it was all about my brother. He had to be in a relationship with some girl from college. She was also into him in the name of love, and just 2 days before Diwali, she was married to some other guy. My brother had tried to stop the marriage and was arrested because of it. My eyes started to flood, realising the condition of my family’s suffering. Right then, my dad and my brother walked in. He was limping, as the police had beaten him up pretty badly. I immediately ran to him and supported him to get inside. We made him rest, and everyone was sad. The heart and soul of our family were destroyed because of that incident. My husband arrived late in the evening after knowing about the incident from me. After a long discussion with my family, my husband suggested that we take him back along with us for a few days. If he is comfortable, then he can find a suitable job in the city itself. My husband was so generous in offering aid to my brother. I was so happy, and everyone in our family accepted the idea. My husband proposed to return to the city on time due to his work constraints and will take the kids along so that there won’t be any absences in the schools, too. My brother and I were planning to travel back 3 days after, so that he might regain his strength. Everything went fine, he was regaining both mental and physical strength with my kids around, the family went light. We had to book a Tatkal ticket, so my husband had no other choice; he booked a coupe for us both. Our parents were joyed that my brother could finally fix his life and be happy again, and also my husband and I could take the responsibility. I was also joyed, I couldn’t find the reason why my brother and I were quite different. I looked at him mostly like a son and not as a brother. I had never realised him as a young adult until that incident. The train started to move, and we both got settled. He was so quiet, I had to pull him to chat. He excused himself to use the restroom. I was waiting for him, but he took longer than usual. Right when I was about to check for him, he dragged himself inside and closed the door. He was not normal; something was different. He was constantly moving here and there, his face was down, and he was not at all steady. Suddenly, he jumped down to my seat and lay down over my lap. His face was touching my belly. My saree was quite moved to the side due to his sudden movement. I was in an uncomfortable position, but could not move either. As far as the surroundings, it was only the two of us; the coupe door was locked, and no one could enter without permission. I was breathing a bit heavy, and slowly I realised he had been drunk, that’s why he was strange. I was shocked and started to wake him up. He was all blabbering. I was so angry at him. How come he could drink in the train, and where did he hide the booze? I was boiling up, but he was blabbering constantly. After some time, when I realised there was nothing that could be done, I started listening to him. He was explaining how he had sex with his girlfriend and how they both were in the solace of love. At the beginning, it was quite awkward listening to those, but without any other option, it somehow affected me. He was describing every detail that I could entirely picture in my mind, which made me so horny. He was non-stop sharing episode after episode. One thing I clearly understood was that they both were in love so deeply, but why were they separated? That lingered in my mind. He was so into the memories that he started calling her name and also making sounds, sometimes moving closer to me than needed. Sometimes he was rubbing his face over my groin, sometimes over my stomach, revealing more of my hips. My pussy was dripping wet listening to him. Sometimes I started moving my hips and body, aching for his touch due to the intensity of his blabbering. All the happenings were totally new to me. My husband fucks me good. I have never been short of sex. We both please each other very well.