For several years, I have been committing incest with my own brother. I know it's extremely wrong, and I should put a stop to it, but I can't help it. My brother just has this way about him. Mom and Dad don't know, my husband certainly doesn't know.

It started the night before my wedding. We were all together in our old house that we grew up in, and I was in my room, checking myself out in the mirror in my wedding dress, when I heard him in the doorway.

"Damn, you look beautiful."

"Thank you." He then came up behind, I presumed to look at me in the mirror, too, but then, he rested his hands on my shoulders, and started kissing my neck. I was too taken aback to respond, even as his hands moved down, and started groping my breasts.

My brother then proceeded to take me, right there on the bed. He didn't even close the door, so if Mom and Dad had come upstairs, they would've caught us.

Every now and then, he'll call me. When I see his name on my phone, I always feel a certain cold dread, because I know he's about to use that deep, seductive voice of his to talk me into meeting him. When I'm around him, I turn into a different person, but I always feel deeply guilty later, when I think of not only the things he does to me, but the things I willingly do to him. My brother just has that way about him, like he casts a spell on me, and I'm his willing sex slave.