I'm 19 and openly bisexual. My father hated the fact I enjoyed sex with both sexes but seemed to accept it more after the death of my mother eighteen months ago. I missed her death and her funeral because I was on an overseas adventure exchange programme. We were un contactable for six days and by the time I got back, the family had held the funeral.
I wasn't pleased as you can imagine and my anger was taken out on my father, our arguments filling the household with each others personal views. It was only after discussing various things with my sister about my mothers short illness and death, that she told me of my fathers total involvement in her care, day after day hour after hour, did I finally come to my senses and realise I was being a pratt.

About five months after her death and my fathers personal views over my sexuality relaxing, I met a guy in a bar. He was in his late 30's and straight away I fancied him. His tall muscular build and his handsome rugged looks got my attention, as he played pool with another guy. I placed a marker down to play the winner and he won. All through the game we were both checking each other out and we both knew where it could lead.
His rented apartment wasn't much to speak about, but I wasn't there to check out the decor. When I left at two in the morning, we'd been fucking for over three hours. We flipped twice, both of us taking each others cocks deep inside our asses. His cock is a couple of inches bigger than mine at around nine inches and most of the time it was his hard dick which was buried either deep down my throat or deep up my ass.

I've fucked with a few guys, but more with women. He was by far the best sexual partner I'd had and we agreed to meet up again. Over the next seven months and up until late last month, we met at least once a week to have increasingly awsome sex, usually at his place but sometimes outdoors after we drunk beer and drove to a quiet spot. I began to fall for him in a big way and only the last day of of last month, he told me he'd like me to move in with him.
I was at a cross roads, mainly because I still wanted to travel, but I wanted him more and more. Thinking my older sister might help I went to talk to her. We talked about half an hour, with me talking about great his body was, how great he was in bed was, before she asked for a dicription of how he looked. I told her I'd show her a picture I'd taken on my cell phone. When she saw the picture she turned white and started stuttering something about my fathers younger brother.

My father and his youngest brother stopped speaking when I was about three years old. He moved away when they had a fight. A fight over his brother having sex with my fathers new boss where he worked. My father left the job and as siblings they split up, my uncle moving away to another town.

It was my mothers death and funeral which had brought him back to our town. They'd patched things up to some degree but my uncle never came the house, so I had no idea I'd been fucking with my fathers youngest brother.

My sister had been at the funeral obviously and remembered him from being young herself. She asked me not to see him sexually again and I promissed her I wouldn't. I lied to her, I've continued to see him and to have mind blowing sex with him. He doesn't know who I am to him and now I don't think I want him to know.

I'm stuck now as what is best for me to do. If I stop seeing him and tell him who I am to him, I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life, but if I don't stop my family might never get back together and I think I owe my father that much at least ??????