Fucking the boy from my boyhood, much like my brother.

Danny was my best friend from childhood. He was my only child. I wanted him to be like my brother but never got.

His family moved away just before we were to start high school. We tried to stay in touch but life happened, and we lost contact.

He was back at the same place he had grown up, and he returned to college. We didn't feel awkward when we met again.

It was like the good times. It was just like the good old days.

From being a brother to my greatest crush

Okay, I kinda lied.

Danny was more than my best friend. As we reached our teens, I had a growing crush on Danny.

Even though he was my brother's crush, he never died. It was because of this that I lost touch with him.

The crush was now out of control.

He was a very cute boy through puberty, but now as a fully grown adult he was just as handsome.

His smart-casual, casual outfit was so hot that it felt like my face got warm.

He said, "It's so lovely to see you again Jen."

"You, too!"

"Jesus! How long has it been?"

"Almost a decade," I thought, giggling in my eyes, nervous to see my long-time crush once again.

We met in a coffee shop and then decided to go to the playground that we used as children.

There was a bench where we could chat for hours.

"I cannot believe you're coming back. He said, "And damn, you look so much different now."

An eyebrow was raised when "Different How" was mentioned.

"Just... different."

"Better? Or worse?"

Oh, shit. Did Danny like to flirt with me?

"Eh, it's a little better... I guess."

He rolled his eyes and I laughed at him.

He retaliated, "Well, you look exactly identical."

"Really now?"

"Yeah. It's still just as beautiful.

My heart stopped beating. He was going for it.

"Well, that's not the first time that I've heard that."

"Better late than never," I s'pose.

Next thing I knew, he was stroking my face with his hand. He then pulled me in for a hug.

We continued to kiss each other on the bench, becoming more passionate with each passing second.

He drove me back to my place, where we continued our relationship.

From like a brother, to boyfriend

Who am I kidding? We did so much more than just have a few drinks at his house.

It feels surreal. You were my best friend. I considered you a brother back then. "Now you're getting into my pants," I laughed between kisses.

"You were like my sister, too." "But I guess times have changed huh?" Danny smiled before kissing me on the neck and rubbing my pussy through mine panties.

He felt it and I was soon soaked.

He said, "Wow!"

He pulled my pants down and touched me directly , gently sliding his fingers between mine lips.

"What would you do to a girl that you considered your sister," I joked to him.

He smiled and said "Shut up!"

He did indeed close me up, pushing two fingers into my head and sending a jolt through me.

"God," I groaned.

As he skillfully fingered me, he licked my nipples.

His cock peeked through his boxers, and I was awestruck.

How does his cock look? I thought.

"I want more in me," he said, and he reached down to grab my cock. I ran my fingers along his hard backside.

He removed the boxers and revealed a stiff, plump, clean, shaven body. My pussy was also salivating.

It's from my brother, who is from another mother.

I stretched my legs out and pulled him towards me. My pussy was so soaked that it sank in.

We laughed together, unable to believe what was going on.

Danny was ficking me with a slow, nice rhythm. It was hot and romantic all at once.

After a deep kiss, I said to him, "You should have been doing this for years,"

He said, "Better late than never," and pressed hard into my soul.

My father was my brother in childhood.

Danny was my boyfriend in a matter of seconds.

It was like a dream.

He was everything I could have ever asked for. It was a great thing that we knew each other well before becoming a married couple.

After having sex in moviehouses and car sex, we decided we wanted to be together on demand. After two months, we moved in together.

In a flash, five years spent with him flew by.

Unplanned, he proposed to me. After a passionate and intense night of fucking, after not seeing eachother for over a month because of work, it was time to propose.

He was on the couch with me. He is usually quite strong, but if we don’t fuck him or he masturbates for too long, he can pop really fast.

It was one of those moments. I knew that his dick was very sensitive, so I was making him enjoy every time I sank on his cock.

He arrived in minutes and was very helpful. My whole pussy was flooded.

We usually take a little break before we go for round 2. But that night, it felt like he was being possessed.

He grabbed my hips, and began to fuck me hard from underneath.

"Danny!" I gasped at the sudden intensity.

He continued to go until I reached his cock violently, the contractions from my pussy-milking him for a second time.

We collapsed onto each other, sweaty from panting.

He blurted, "Will you marry me?"

It's like a miracle, right out of nowhere.

For what seemed like an eternity, we stared at one another before we started laughing.

I said, "Yeah!" "But only if I fuck you again."

He turned us both over, pinned us down and gave me one more dicking before getting engaged.