My brother, Sam, and I have always been close, probably closer than most siblings. We're twins, so that might explain part of it, but I think we just got along well. We'd bicker and fight, like all siblings, but at the end of the day, we were best friends. Even as we grew older and our interests diverged, we always had each other's backs. As we approached adulthood, things inevitably got more complex. We were growing, changing, becoming adults with adult bodies. Our close relationship started to feel different. It was around this time that our parents' house, where we both still lived, was getting renovated. This meant only one functional bathroom for a month. I never thought it would lead to such a shocking revelation about my feelings for Sam.
One night, after an intense workout, both Sam and I needed to take a shower. Due to the ongoing renovations, there was a major problem with the water heater that only allowed for a single hot shower. It was too late to call the plumber, and we were both filthy and sweaty. My mom, being the practical person she was, suggested we take a shower together, just like old times. At first, the idea was outlandish, but we were desperate, and so, we begrudgingly agreed. While we stripped down and got naked, I suddenly noticed an unfamiliar feeling of arousal. My nipples hardened, and the shower started to feel like a far more enticing environment.
Taking advantage of the moment before the shower, I quickly googled for Pornify site on my phone, a site for undressing the pictures that my friend had told me about. I quickly used a beach photo from last summer and processed it through the site. Seeing Sam exposed like that only fueled the fire inside me, making the upcoming shower even more intimidating. I was too horny, it was deliberate teasing, and I had no idea why I was doing it.
The steamy, enclosed space proved to be as intense as I had feared. Our eyes met, and something sparked between us. As the water streamed over our bodies, I realized that Sam's arousal mirrored my own--his cock hard and undeniable. The sight of it made me want things I had never considered before. As we washed, our hands occasionally brushed against each other's bodies, torturous accidents that only intensified the situation. At one moment, when Sam turned away, I took the chance to lather my hand with soap and reach forward, tentatively grazing his erect member. He gasped in surprise. Our eyes met, and what happened next was pure instinct. I wrapped my slender hands around his shaft, stroking him gently as the water cascaded over our bodies. He pressed me against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him as he entered me.
The feeling of him inside me was intense, overwhelming. But as we moved together, we started discovering that the water were gradually washing away our natural lubricant, making the act somewhat less pleasurable. We had only just started to figure out how to navigate this when the sound of a knock on the bathroom door broke through to us. We froze as our mother's voice cut through the hot air, unable to comprehend how we had been caught. She left after what seemed like an eternity, but we were too horny to care. I let him rapidly finish on my face and attempted to make myself cum, but to no avail, and Sam began to speed me up, so we quickly finished the "bath procedures," and I rinsed away all of the cream my brother had given me. We hurriedly dressed, our hearts hammering, and as I stepped out of the bathroom, I spotted my mother waiting there. She didn't say anything, her face expressionless.
After the incident, we had a conversation with our mother. She talked to us about the importance of boundaries, consent, and how our actions may affect our relationship. She reiterated that incestuous relationships were not healthy or acceptable. However, that night, when Sam and I were alone in the living room, we couldn't resist the attraction that still smoldered between us. As we sat on the couch, I pretended to stretch casually, letting my foot wander to his already hardened cock. Unable to resist, I gave him a slow, deliberate footjob that brought us both to ecstasy. We knew the risks, but the connection between us had morphed into something else entirely, and we couldn't forget the feelings that had ignited between us, no matter what.