HappyMarmalade
March 5th, 2016, 11:12 AM
So this is my story about my incestuous relationship that disgusts me every single day. I'm unable to stop though, he keeps me going and gives my life meaning.
I'm 15, male, confused about my sexuality, and I'm in love with my 18 year old brother who is in a relationship with his girlfriend. It started six months ago back when I was 14 when we were playing video games. Now we've always been close, but this took it to a whole other level. I'm full of hormones, and I got turned on by a dumb game, and my brother being the guy he is made fun of me for it. No big deal, right? He's my brother, typical shit. I argued with him over picking on me, and to make up for it he offered to help my little 'problem' out.
"What?"
That's what I said at the time. I was confused, and he took advantage of that confusion and pulled me into his lap. I was about to call for our mother and get her to bitch him out for being a creep, but he convinced me to stay quiet. Nobody had ever touched me there before, so I didn't really know what to expect, but he knew exactly what to do and maybe also due to my inexperience... I came pretty quick. It felt good. A little too good actually and that disturbed me. I'd let my own brother touch my dick and I enjoyed it.
It was about a week later that I brought it up again, because things got pretty awkward after that, uh, 'event'. I guess you could call it that lol. He told me not to worry about it and said he'd willingly put it in the past and never do anything like that again, unless I enjoyed it. I didn't know what to say, 'cause I knew it was wrong to admit I wouldn't mind if we did it again. After all, I trust him with my life, and it'd be ideal to experiment with somebody I knew wouldn't hurt me at all. I don't know if it was a stupid idea to say that I didn't mind if we did it again or not. Maybe if I said no, then I wouldn't be in this position now...
Two weeks passed from then until something new happened. I was spending time in his room seeing as his tv is bigger than mine and I prefer playing video games in there than my own room, simply because I feel it's a better experience. We're both lying on his bed on our stomachs and my mind started to wander on what if we did something again. I didn't mean to, but it turned me on. Like hell I was going to move until it went away. The more I thought about it though, the more I wanted more action. I had to ignore my urges until it subsided though, but it was that day that I fully realised that I wanted my brother to touch me again and I was totally okay with it.
I got what I wanted a few days later when our mum went out (she's a single parent but is seeing a guy and she goes out with him every Saturday evening/night). My brother was gonna invite his girlfriend round and make use of the opportunity seeing as our mum doesn't let us have girls round at night. She was busy though, and my brother wanted to have some fun so asked me if I'd do anything again. It was a REALLY open thing of him to say so I stared at him for a moment before I realised he was being serious. It put me into that situation where I didn't know what to say or do, but I remember the time I was on his bed, hard as a rock and wanted something from him which I didn't get. I said okay, but I told him I wasn't really sure on if this was okay. Of course it wasn't okay, he's my damn brother. It didn't stop us though.
It was like last time, except this time I touched him too. Also this time he kissed me pretty passionately which was... weird. I'd never kissed anyone before like that, so I didn't really know wtf I was doing or if I was doing good or not. It turned me on though, so I guess it did what it was meant to. I've kissed a couple of girls on the lips casually before now, but kissing your own brother in the way you'd kiss your girlfriend before sex is unlike anything else. It makes me feel guilty just thinking about it, yet it was nice in a way.
We both came, he let me sleep in his bed, and he went back to messing about on his PC, talking to his friends. Not much else happened that night.
This casual handjob wanking buddy system went on for about two months until he started having some problems with his relationship. He thought his girlfriend was cheating on him and so was pissed, which is understandable. We had our usual Saturday mutual masturbation session, but before I could cum he pushed me back, kissing my neck and I knew what was going on wasn't good. I'm not stupid, I knew where it was heading even if I was a bit of an oblivious virgin (sex jokes usually go over my head). He knew I knew actually, and he asked me if I was okay to go any further, so I told him I wasn't sure. He didn't force me and let me sit back up, told me he'd only go further if I wanted it. Instead he asked if I'd straddle him and grind against him, so I did that instead. Something about it made me feel really embarrassed though but I made him cum and he finished me off too.
What he was going to do to me really stuck with me and gave me things to think about. Touching each other was one thing, but going all the way was probably as sinful as it could get. Plus it'd probably hurt because I doubt he had in mind that he was going to bottom. I was gonna do some research but decided against it, it just made me feel all weird and embarrassed every time I thought about it. Instead I asked my brother how he felt about all the stuff we were doing, and he said it made him feel a bit weird and guilty, but it was just between the two of us and nobody was ever going to find out and he said he never wanted to hurt me. It made me feel a bit better, and he asked me if I wanted to sleep in his room that night. I said okay and he kissed me on the head.
Such a simple thing had me up for ages, I mean he'd kissed me before but never really an affectionate kiss like that before. I think it was around here that I thought I might love him more than just a brother, and maybe I really was gay or bi.
The affectionate behaviour increased and by the time it was near christmas we'd gotten to the point where I'd go to his room at night to cuddle up to him and watch movies. I was comfortable with kissing him and touching each other was nothing, we'd even given each other blowjobs. Then it was a Saturday night where I was finally like fuck it I wanna lose my virginity. He went out and bought lube, condoms and also came back with food because he's a good brother and knows we need food for movies. I'm not going to lie but that time alone in the house while I knew he was out buying things so we could have sex really made me question life and where I was headed in it.
I'm not gonna go into details, but it was awkward, hurt a little, and wasn't super pleasurable. He did make me cum with his mouth though and I'm glad that I made him cum with my body, so it wasn't a totally useless experience.
We've had sex many times since then, and we've gotten the hang of it so it actually feels good to me and I've had some really amazing hands free orgasms just from him fucking me which I never would have expected to happen. Our sex is passionate, intimate and loving too and I get lost in those moments thinking he's really mine, but then reality hits me every time mum goes out and my brother can go and see his girlfriend. I feel betrayed and heartbroken, but I have to keep reminding myself that it's me that's in the wrong. Well both of us really, it's fucking incest. But I can't really be angry at him for seeing his girlfriend, yet it hurts so much.
I want to be his boyfriend, and it's impossible. It's killing me inside every time I see him post a new picture with her on facebook and it's really tearing me up. I have nobody to talk to about this. I mean I've mentioned it to my brother, but he told me it's just like a friends with benefits thing and I should find somebody too, but I don't want to. I want my brother because I love him with my entire being.
The best moment in my life was when our mum went away for a week with her boyfriend and I had most of that time alone with my brother, being cuddly with him, spending time with him, waking up together and managing the house together like we're in a real relationship. I want my life to be like that, not just an occasional week that comes now and again. I secretly hope that my brother will split up with his girlfriend and he'll dedicate all his time to me.
This isn't healthy, I know. It's fucked up beyond belief and I just can't stop. I don't know what to do but I'm finding it difficult to refuse him.
I'm 15, male, confused about my sexuality, and I'm in love with my 18 year old brother who is in a relationship with his girlfriend. It started six months ago back when I was 14 when we were playing video games. Now we've always been close, but this took it to a whole other level. I'm full of hormones, and I got turned on by a dumb game, and my brother being the guy he is made fun of me for it. No big deal, right? He's my brother, typical shit. I argued with him over picking on me, and to make up for it he offered to help my little 'problem' out.
"What?"
That's what I said at the time. I was confused, and he took advantage of that confusion and pulled me into his lap. I was about to call for our mother and get her to bitch him out for being a creep, but he convinced me to stay quiet. Nobody had ever touched me there before, so I didn't really know what to expect, but he knew exactly what to do and maybe also due to my inexperience... I came pretty quick. It felt good. A little too good actually and that disturbed me. I'd let my own brother touch my dick and I enjoyed it.
It was about a week later that I brought it up again, because things got pretty awkward after that, uh, 'event'. I guess you could call it that lol. He told me not to worry about it and said he'd willingly put it in the past and never do anything like that again, unless I enjoyed it. I didn't know what to say, 'cause I knew it was wrong to admit I wouldn't mind if we did it again. After all, I trust him with my life, and it'd be ideal to experiment with somebody I knew wouldn't hurt me at all. I don't know if it was a stupid idea to say that I didn't mind if we did it again or not. Maybe if I said no, then I wouldn't be in this position now...
Two weeks passed from then until something new happened. I was spending time in his room seeing as his tv is bigger than mine and I prefer playing video games in there than my own room, simply because I feel it's a better experience. We're both lying on his bed on our stomachs and my mind started to wander on what if we did something again. I didn't mean to, but it turned me on. Like hell I was going to move until it went away. The more I thought about it though, the more I wanted more action. I had to ignore my urges until it subsided though, but it was that day that I fully realised that I wanted my brother to touch me again and I was totally okay with it.
I got what I wanted a few days later when our mum went out (she's a single parent but is seeing a guy and she goes out with him every Saturday evening/night). My brother was gonna invite his girlfriend round and make use of the opportunity seeing as our mum doesn't let us have girls round at night. She was busy though, and my brother wanted to have some fun so asked me if I'd do anything again. It was a REALLY open thing of him to say so I stared at him for a moment before I realised he was being serious. It put me into that situation where I didn't know what to say or do, but I remember the time I was on his bed, hard as a rock and wanted something from him which I didn't get. I said okay, but I told him I wasn't really sure on if this was okay. Of course it wasn't okay, he's my damn brother. It didn't stop us though.
It was like last time, except this time I touched him too. Also this time he kissed me pretty passionately which was... weird. I'd never kissed anyone before like that, so I didn't really know wtf I was doing or if I was doing good or not. It turned me on though, so I guess it did what it was meant to. I've kissed a couple of girls on the lips casually before now, but kissing your own brother in the way you'd kiss your girlfriend before sex is unlike anything else. It makes me feel guilty just thinking about it, yet it was nice in a way.
We both came, he let me sleep in his bed, and he went back to messing about on his PC, talking to his friends. Not much else happened that night.
This casual handjob wanking buddy system went on for about two months until he started having some problems with his relationship. He thought his girlfriend was cheating on him and so was pissed, which is understandable. We had our usual Saturday mutual masturbation session, but before I could cum he pushed me back, kissing my neck and I knew what was going on wasn't good. I'm not stupid, I knew where it was heading even if I was a bit of an oblivious virgin (sex jokes usually go over my head). He knew I knew actually, and he asked me if I was okay to go any further, so I told him I wasn't sure. He didn't force me and let me sit back up, told me he'd only go further if I wanted it. Instead he asked if I'd straddle him and grind against him, so I did that instead. Something about it made me feel really embarrassed though but I made him cum and he finished me off too.
What he was going to do to me really stuck with me and gave me things to think about. Touching each other was one thing, but going all the way was probably as sinful as it could get. Plus it'd probably hurt because I doubt he had in mind that he was going to bottom. I was gonna do some research but decided against it, it just made me feel all weird and embarrassed every time I thought about it. Instead I asked my brother how he felt about all the stuff we were doing, and he said it made him feel a bit weird and guilty, but it was just between the two of us and nobody was ever going to find out and he said he never wanted to hurt me. It made me feel a bit better, and he asked me if I wanted to sleep in his room that night. I said okay and he kissed me on the head.
Such a simple thing had me up for ages, I mean he'd kissed me before but never really an affectionate kiss like that before. I think it was around here that I thought I might love him more than just a brother, and maybe I really was gay or bi.
The affectionate behaviour increased and by the time it was near christmas we'd gotten to the point where I'd go to his room at night to cuddle up to him and watch movies. I was comfortable with kissing him and touching each other was nothing, we'd even given each other blowjobs. Then it was a Saturday night where I was finally like fuck it I wanna lose my virginity. He went out and bought lube, condoms and also came back with food because he's a good brother and knows we need food for movies. I'm not going to lie but that time alone in the house while I knew he was out buying things so we could have sex really made me question life and where I was headed in it.
I'm not gonna go into details, but it was awkward, hurt a little, and wasn't super pleasurable. He did make me cum with his mouth though and I'm glad that I made him cum with my body, so it wasn't a totally useless experience.
We've had sex many times since then, and we've gotten the hang of it so it actually feels good to me and I've had some really amazing hands free orgasms just from him fucking me which I never would have expected to happen. Our sex is passionate, intimate and loving too and I get lost in those moments thinking he's really mine, but then reality hits me every time mum goes out and my brother can go and see his girlfriend. I feel betrayed and heartbroken, but I have to keep reminding myself that it's me that's in the wrong. Well both of us really, it's fucking incest. But I can't really be angry at him for seeing his girlfriend, yet it hurts so much.
I want to be his boyfriend, and it's impossible. It's killing me inside every time I see him post a new picture with her on facebook and it's really tearing me up. I have nobody to talk to about this. I mean I've mentioned it to my brother, but he told me it's just like a friends with benefits thing and I should find somebody too, but I don't want to. I want my brother because I love him with my entire being.
The best moment in my life was when our mum went away for a week with her boyfriend and I had most of that time alone with my brother, being cuddly with him, spending time with him, waking up together and managing the house together like we're in a real relationship. I want my life to be like that, not just an occasional week that comes now and again. I secretly hope that my brother will split up with his girlfriend and he'll dedicate all his time to me.
This isn't healthy, I know. It's fucked up beyond belief and I just can't stop. I don't know what to do but I'm finding it difficult to refuse him.