I am 24, my brother is 29 and we have been having sex with him for a long time now in secret from all family and friends. Today we were at a noisy party and my brother suggested we get some air, so we went out on the balcony. Looking up at the stars, he suddenly stopped talking, looked me in the eyes and, smiling slightly, gently leaned in for a kiss. My breath hitched as his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled me against him.

He scrutinized my eyes for a moment. Then he tilted his head and gently captured my lips. His soft mouth moved rhythmically against mine, and I deepened the kiss, wanting more, pulling his lips apart to slide my tongue inside his mouth. His other hand went into my hair, tilting my head so he could plunge his tongue deeper into my mouth, skillfully exploring it with little control. I rose up on my toes, pressing even harder into him, and shuddered at the feel of his hard cock digging into my belly.

His hand in my hair tenses, pulling away from my mouth, giving his lips the freedom to trace a path along my jaw and down to the junction between my neck and shoulder. I gasp as I feel his teeth clawing at my flesh, the sharp pleasure making me close my eyes and a long moan escapes me. His hands move lower until I feel him tugging my jeans with determination. A second later a button comes undone, followed by the zipper on my jeans.

His hand slid down my jeans and thong, his fingers sliding lower until the tip of his middle finger dipped inside me. But at that moment the phone rang, my brother's friend was already looking for it. He licked his finger and said we'd definitely continue later.