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Erotica | Taboo | Erotic Fiction
I Slept With My Adopted Brother the Night of Our Mother’s Wedding
It might be taboo but it felt like the best idea I ever had, especially after I got a glimpse of his monster cock.
“Thank God the wedding is finally over.”
I turned my head to look at my brother. Adoptive brother that is. Our mother had gotten married today and we’d both stood up in the wedding, Gary as the best man and me as the maid of honor.
Our mother was finally marrying the kind of guy that she deserved. I should have spent the day focused on her happiness. Instead, I’d been obsessing about how I’d masturbated with my brother last night.
And how much I’d liked it.
I watched Gary out of the corner of my eye. His tie hung loose around his neck, the first two buttons undone. He hated wearing ties. I’d had to help him tie it this morning, although we’d needed to watch a YouTube video to figure it out. Still, he’d looked incredibly handsome in that tuxedo, standing up at the altar next to our brand-new stepfather.
Not that we needed a father. We were both out of the house now. But it was nice to know there was someone else around to keep our mother…