I know it's wrong and I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it. I'm falling in love with my brother. It all started this past summer. It was the weekend after the 4th of July and our parents loaded us up into the car and drove to our family reunion.
The reunion happened at the lake and it was pretty typical for such events. There was a lot of food and tons of little kids running around. The older people sat and reminisced about way back when and those of us between the ages of prepubescence and Medicare partied.
I had just turned fifteen the month before and loved the fact that I was being included in the activities of a group of people in their older teens and early twenties, instead of being left to hang out with the kids. The group included my brother Ryan, who was eighteen and a bunch of our male cousins. It tickled me that I was getting just as many admiring glances when I walked around in my bikini as my older female cousins were getting in theirs. Especially after a couple of them quietly complained that I was too young to be tagging along or drinking. Most of them were a little chunky. I was as lean as a Victoria's Secret model, with long dark brown hair that ran down to the middle of my back and mint rock candy green eyes.
It's not that I was trying to turn on the guys, you understand. Afterall we were family. But a girl likes to know that she's pretty. So I was in a really good mood and the booze enhanced that mood further. My brother and our cousin Taylor had managed to sneak a bottle of Grey Goose and several beers away from our parents, aunts and uncles. We all sat around with our styrofoam cups and drank and talked and enjoyed ourselves.
Sooner than I liked it was nighttime and people began packing it in and leaving, hugging and kissing their goodbyes for another year and driving off into the darkness. As had been the plan all along, my parents and Ryan and I set up tents and prepared to stay til morning. I guess I was a little too giggly and uncoordinated because my dad came over and smelled my breath and began bitching about my being smashed out of my gourd. Ryan feigned complete innocence and said our cousins must have given me booze.
When the tents were up, I crawled inside of mine and still wearing my two piece bikini I immediately fell into a deep inebriated sleep. Ryan and my parents sat up for a while. Eventually mom and dad went to bed in their own tent and Ryan crawled into a sleeping bag on the grass between us.
I'm not sure what time it was or how long I had been sleeping. But I was having the most wonderful dream about Chris Hemsworth making love to me. It was so real I could always feel his hands moving across my body and his penis enter my vagina. I groaned and mumbled something like "So good" and sighed. He began to kiss my neck and ear and cupped my boob while he gently thrust in and out of me, keeping up a steady pace. The sensations flooding my body were like nothing I'd ever felt before. I never wanted them to stop.
I remember my eyes opening in the darkness of the tent and the realization that someone was behind me with their arm around me slowly dawning on my waking mind. I just lay there for a long moment being fucked from behind, confused but overhwhelmed by sensation. I felt his pace quicken and his arm tighten its grip almost painfully. I moaned and then my eyes widened as he went totally rigid and I felt him release inside of me. I gasped.
He held me tightly and buried his face into the back on my neck and then slowly relaxed, letting his arm drop limply against my belly.
I had just been fucked, I thought. Who? Why? Wasn't I at the lake with my family? Hadn't I been alone in the tent? A stranger... rape? So many thoughts all at once, and fear now. Fear of what I'd find behind me when I turned around. Did I want to turn around? I did.
What I saw when I turned was my brother Ryan laying partly on his back, eyes closed. His shorts were pulled down to just above his knees and his still erect penis was still pointed toward my ass where he'd pulled my bikini bottoms down. It was covered in my vaginal juices.
"Ryan?" I whispered.
"Was that as much fun for you as it was for me?," he grinned and leaned over and kissed me. I was too shocked to pull away or answer.
After kissing me he crawled back out of my tent and went to sleep. And despite my racing thoughts I was still pretty drunk and I fell back asleep too. By a couple of days later I was sitting in my bedroom at home wondering if it had all been a dream, since Ryan hadn't mentioned it or seemed the least bit different since it happened.
"Hey kids," Dad called up the stairs. "Your mom and I are going shopping. We'll be back in a few."
I heard Ryan call back "Ok, you two drive safe." Then the front door closed and a moment later the familiar sound of the car engine starting.
I went back to writing in my dairy. I didn't hear my bedroom door open, so I jumped when Ryan put his hands on my shoulders.
"Don't do that!," I yelled at him.
He laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
I sighed and closed my dairy before he could read what I'd been writing. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," he smiled. "Just wanted to see my favorite sister."
"I'm your only sister," I replied.
"Just wandering what your thinking," he said after a moment. "You know, about the other night at the lake."
I froze. "What are you talking about?"
He stared at me. "You don't remember? Me and you in your tent?"
My eyes widened. "You mean that really happened?"
He laughed. "What? You thought it was a dream?"
I nodded.
"It really happened," he said. "You just looked so fucking hot in your bikini sis. I couldn't help myself."
"But...," I stammered. "I'm your sister."
"So," he shrugged. "I don't want to get married. It's just sex. There's nothing wrong with having sex."
"It's incest," I told him.
"That's just a word," he told me. "Brothers and sisters have sex all the time. Happens all over the world. We consider it bad because some religion says so. But it's perfectly fine. All it is is two people making each other feel good and loving one another."
I stared at him. "You came inside of me."
"Sorry about that," he frowned. "I shouldn't have. But I didn't have a condom and I was at the mercy of my dick. Guys don't have a lot of self control once the little head takes over."
"I'm on the pill," I said. "It's no biggie."
He blinked. "Since when are you taking the pill?"
"Since mom found out I had sex with my boyfriend," I told him. "She kept it between me and her."
"I was wondering why you didn't bleed," he smiled. "So your not a virgin."
"No," I said.
"So, did you like it?," he asked. "It sounded like you did. You were talking in your sleep. You said it felt good. I heard you."
"It did feel good," I admitted.
"Would you want to do it again?," he asked.
"With you?," I said. "I don't know."
"Come on," he smiled. "I love you. You love me. We both enjoyed it. Whose gonna know?"
"I have a boyfriend though," I said. "You have a girlfriend."
"And what a brother and his favorite sissy do behind closed doors," he said. "Is none of their business."
He was smiled so wide and his face looked so cute I couldn't help but smile back. He kissed me. I let him. Our tongues met and swirled around one another. I felt his hand cup my breast.
I let him take me right there on my bedroom floor. His hard cock pounding me as I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my fingernails down his back. He came inside of me again.
Since that evening we've been lovers. We have sex several times a week and I've found that I no longer have any passion for my boyfriend. I can't get Ryan off of my mind. I just want to run away with him to some place where nobody knows who we are so we can be a couple openly. I've stopped taking my birth control. I want his baby. Our baby. He doesn't know.
I know it's wrong. But just as a man is a slave to his cock, so a girl is a slave to her love.