Only two or three roofs were scattered among the trees below. The woman, Maria, came out and smilingly placed a plate of hors d’oeuvres on a glass t...ble. She was fiftyish, wearing a loose floral print dress and low heeled shoes. She did not seem to find my cuffs and collar unusual. Neither Brad nor Jefferson touched me or said anything or treated me in any way other than the way any two men would treat a woman in a normal social setting while we sat in the gathering twilight by the pool and. My suspicions were further aroused when she canceled our usual Wednesday lunch date, saying that she had an appointment to get her hair done. I found this strange because she had just went last week for highlights and a trim, so I decided to leave the office and see what she was up to. I first drove by her salon but her car was nowhere to be see, so I merged onto the turnpike and headed towards our home in the suburbs. The short five minute drive seemed to drag on for hours as I ran through. She forcefully pushed the buzzer again and waited. She stamped her feet and rubbed her nose with the back of her k** glove then assaulted the buzzer with a staccato of pushes. “Aaron. Aaron McGregor, where the fuck are you?” She angrily muttered to herself as she began to rummage through her purse. “Where are those fucking keys?” Her impatience grew. The keys were finally found. She entered, wearily climbed the three flights of richly carpeted stairs dragging her luggage, trudged to the end of. I was disgusted with this behavior of my bro at first. But later, even I started liking it. I never even told my maa about this. Those were the day I fell for my brother sexually.Those days, he used to always sleep with me and touch me every now and then during sleep. He never left any chance to touch my body. He used to peek through my cleavage. But when he got a girlfriend he stopped this which, to be frank made me sad. But the whole secret is always with me. But now again when I saw his cum.