Foursome with my cousins and brother (Oops I fucked my brother – Part 2)

It had been a year or so since I had moved to New York, and the relationship between my brother Tom and I was pushing the limits. We had been sleeping in the same bed for months, we constantly had sex, and I had even been in a threesome with him and another guy. We would go out and act as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, holding hands and kissing, and somehow, I felt I was falling in love with him, something I had never experienced in my life with any other guy. Crazy, I know. You’re not supposed to get involved with a sibling, but I just couldn’t help it.But nothing lasts forever. One sunny afternoon, my boss told me to come to his office. Without any preliminaries, he explained there was a five-year project that was going to be carried out in Ecuador, and he wanted me to be part of that team. If I accepted, I would be traveling in a week.I was stunned. I mean, this was a great opportunity to travel, get experience, know a different culture, and practice my Spanish. The salary was going to be higher, plus I would have some yearly bonuses. The thing was I had to decide right away. I told him I would think about it, and I would let him know the next day.That afternoon, I went to Central Park and spent a long time walking and thinking. I guess the main issue şişli escort bayan was my brother and what was happening between us. Somehow, I didn’t want to leave him, but on the other hand, this was a good opportunity for my professional life, and the right excuse to cut this brother-sister romance.I sat down on a bench and realized I could not continue fucking my brother forever. I knew it was going to hurt, but I had to stop that incestuous relationship, and this was the best chance to do it.I got home at about 8 pm, and I told Tom we had to talk. He looked at me seriously, and I guess he understood nothing good was coming. I told him about the offer and let him know I had decided to accept the job.His face turned completely pale. His voice shook, and he didn’t know what to say. He told me to stay with him and talked about a future together. He even suggested he wanted to spend the rest of his life by my side. I said it was sick. I told him we were siblings and this had to stop.He cried and confessed he was in love with me. I wanted to confess I felt the same, but I had to be sensible. I had to let go.The next day, I told my boss that I wanted that job. He was super happy about it, and I began preparing everything for my trip. One week later, I found şişli escort bayan myself saying goodbye to Tom and traveling to a new place.My life in Ecuador was fantastic. I met great people, and my job implied helping the community. So, for the first time in my life, I was feeling I was really contributing to the world. I met a couple of guys and got involved with them, but no relationship would last more than two months. I guess I just wanted to fuck them and have fun, but no more.I went home at the end of my second year, but I went to Seattle to visit my mom. Tom was in New York, so I didn’t get the chance to see him. All this time we had been apart, we had exchanged a couple of messages and emails, but that was it.Then, at the end of my third year, I received an email that numbed my mind. It was Tom, inviting me to his wedding, which would take place in two months. I was paralyzed. I mean, I knew we could not be together because he was my brother, but knowing he was going to get married implied losing him in a certain way.I wrote him back, congratulated him, and told him I would be there. Two months later, I took a plane to New York to attend Tom’s wedding. His fiancée, Susan, was a girl he had met at a photography class he had taught. He sent mecidiyeköy escort me a picture of them, and both looked very happy.When I arrived at JFK Airport, Tom and Susan were waiting for me. I hugged and kissed Tom on the cheek when I saw them, but deep inside of me, I felt like kissing his lips, and of course, I didn’t do that.Mom was also in New York, so I met her that afternoon. She had booked a hotel room in Manhattan and had asked me to stay with her, which was the best thing to do as I would not be faced with any temptation if I had to stay with Tom.The day of the wedding came. I wore a nice country white dress that suited the occasion perfectly.  The celebration was held in a nice country house Tom had rented. There was a big field adapted to hold the wedding and the reception, and there was the house to use the bathroom or go and sit inside in a nice lounge. It wasn’t a big event. There were about sixty guests, just some friends and family, but everything had been very well arranged and prepared.When the bride and the groom kissed at the altar, I finally understood I had lost Tom. But… Yeah… That was the best thing that could happen. During the reception, I spent some time talking to my cousins Vivienne and Rick, the ones Tom and I had fucked some years ago. The conversation turned around our lives in the past years. We didn’t mention anything about our wild sexual experience, but, at some point, Rick and I were left alone, and he suggested doing it again, something I took just as a joke.