My brother is now my husband.

Hello. My twin brother Maxim and I have lived in an orphanage in Rostov-on-Don since early childhood and were registered there as abandoned children, though we couldn't understand what idiot of a mother would get it into her head to abandon twins, which made it all the more hurtful. Despite our external resemblance and the same date of birth, we were registered under different surnames and even patronymics, so unfortunately, we were not considered siblings.

And so, when we left the orphanage at 18, I was the first to receive an apartment from the state. Since Max and I had always been close and I loved him very much, I suggested he move in with me. Max didn't think twice and agreed. We lived

with him as brother and sister, but at some point, I began to notice that he was peeping at me as a woman—when I was changing, when I was in the shower—and he would lick his lips while doing so. At that time, I had already had boyfriends, but currently, I had no one, and I wanted male attention—after all, I was an attractive red-haired girl with gray eyes, size 2 breasts, a neat butt, a slender figure, and long legs.

We lived together for 3 months, but as luck would have it, neither I nor Max had any success on the personal front. One day, I came home from university and heard Max watching porn in our room. I quietly peeked into the room and saw the process itself. It was the first time I saw my brother's cock, and its size simply amazed me. It was no less than 20 cm long and quite thick. I looked at it, and my mouth watered, along with my pussy, which I was vigorously caressing.

Finally, Max came, but I still hadn't, and I desperately wanted to feel his giant inside me. I couldn't hold back and walked in; he barely managed to hide his giant in his underwear.

— Masha, at least knock before entering the room.

— I've been watching what you're doing for a while now, and I know how you've been peeping at me.

— Sorry, I won't do it again, — Max began to justify himself.

Then, without saying anything, I started undressing in front of him until I was completely naked, turning on music on my phone. His cock began to rise, and my pussy continued to flow. When I was naked, he grabbed me in his arms, laid me on the sofa, and started kissing my lips, while I tightly wrapped my legs around him, pulling him close to me. specially for .org Then he moved from my lips lower, and I melted more and more under him; for the first time, I felt desired, not like a doll used for sex. Max tenderly kissed every millimeter of my body, licking my breasts and sucking on my nipples like a baby. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and screamed:

— Damn, Max, just fuck me already!!! How much longer are you going to torment me? I'm already all wet.

Then Max undressed and lay on top of me, driving his cock into my pussy all the way to his balls. What bliss it was. He fucked me and kissed my lips while squeezing my breasts with his strong hands, and I dug my nails into his back. After a while, he put me in doggy style and drove his giant into my pussy again. He fucked me with breaks all evening and all night. By morning, we collapsed to sleep, exhausted.

So we started living together as a couple. A month passed, and I noticed that my next period was late. Counting the days carefully, I found out that the delay was already a week. Then I went to the pharmacy and bought 5 tests. Following all the instructions, I waited for the result. All 5 tests showed that I was pregnant.

I waited for the evening with anxiety because I didn't know how Max would react, even though I knew he loved me. Finally, he came home, we had dinner, then went to the room. I sat on his lap, hugged him, kissed him, and said:

— Darling, I have a surprise for you.

— What is it?

— Here, — I said and took all my tests out of my robe pocket.

Max, without saying a word, jumped off the sofa, quickly got dressed, and disappeared. I sank to the floor and cried for a long time, realizing it was all over and that he wouldn't return. It was well past midnight, and he still wasn't back. After crying my heart out, I went to sleep. Finally, toward morning, the front door opened. I woke up, the door to our room creaked, and first, a huge bouquet of roses appeared in the doorway, followed by Max. I sat up in bed and burst into tears:

— Max, you fool, you could have at least said something when you left—I was worried and crying, especially since I shouldn't be stressed right now.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to, — he hugged and kissed me on the lips. And then I felt him slip a ring onto my finger. — Will you marry me, my dear?

— Yes, — I said.

Soon we got married, and now we live as a family of three: me, Max, and our little son Mishka.