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My Family
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Straight Female / 41
Addicted To A Forbidden C*ck
I've always lived my sexuality in a very "alternative-thinking" fashion, very open-mindedly and outside the norm. I don't do "romantic relationships" very much, to be honest. I could count the romantic partners I've had throughout my life with one hand. Through my experience, I've come to the conclusion that I prioritize the sexual side of my life. I like open relationships and swinging, BDSM and some more extreme things. I love to experience physical pleasure in unconventional ways. If love comes along with that one day, I'll be happy to accept it. But it's difficult to come by when most men can't deal with their own insecurity over their partner desiring and being desired by other men.
All that is to say that, a few years ago, I went with a guy that I had dated for a few weeks to a swinger BDSM party. We were pretty compatible in our sexual preferences and wanted to take things further. But the night took a weird turn pretty quickly when, at the bar, we came across a man I had met already. These... circles tend to be a little exclusive, so you've usually seen some people here and there. But this man was special.
Because you see, he was my half-brother. Not that we were close or anything to have known we could run into each other at this things. Long story short, he was the son of our ungrateful-bastard-father's "second family", only a couple of years younger than me. My mother and I were the "official" family. We found out about each other's existence over the inevitable fights over our father's will, when we were still in our teens. Out mother's couldn't possibly look at each other without becoming m****rers, but they were wise enough to advise us not to give in to animosity toward our newfound siblings. It's not like we moved in together or became a happy family, but we stayed in touch, sometimes got together at either of our houses for a holiday dinner once a year. We held for each other the affection of acquaintances, rather than full siblings, and most of our friends, if we ever met them, didn't ask too many questions: since he was the product of an affair, our father hadn't given him his last name, and we both looked more like our respective mothers. We made our lives separately and rarely met up, sometimes going 2 or even 3 years without reaching out as we got older.
And then I found him at a BDSM swingers party.
As his partner also caught the eye of my date, I caught myself not feeling ashamed. It was mostly the shock. Then, some awkwardness that didn't go unnoticed by our partners. My brother took control and explained that we'd met before at such a party and it hadn't gone so well. I kept silent, partly still in shock that he'd say something like that, but I discovered I was also feeling aroused. Was I really thinking what I was thinking? And could he possibly be having the same idea, for real? We were forced to find out soon enough when my date said something along the lines of "would you mind trying again? Because we're really hitting it off here", as he was building some serious chemistry with my brother's girlfriend.
We gave them our blessing, off they went to fuck and, as soon as they were far enough, I asked my brother what the hell he was doing. He was pretty calm about the whole thing, which took me even more off guard. He said he didn't took me for a woman that liked this sort of thing and questioned what the odds were of running into each other at such a place. He then eased me and confessed that he had always liked me "like this". "What do you mean, 'like this'?", I asked him. "Sexually", he said, "I always felt an attraction, but I couldn't possibly do anything about it".
Shocked at the implication, we started arguing back and forth about what he was suggesting. "But we are related", "Only 50%", "It's wrong", "No one has to know and no one could possibly put 2 and 2 together".
"Besides", he said, "neither of your arguments is saying you DON'T want this. And if we're at a place like this, then 'wrong' means a very different thing for us than for everyone else. We like to test the limits of pleasure".
Then he told me to relax, whispered in my ear "we can get a room if you want to be private about it", and kissed me out of the blue. First I was shocked... then I melted. FAST. Within 5 minutes I was tied to a bed and being fucked by my own brother. I experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had... and then another... and so on for about 3 hours, when he couldn't continue just because his cock was sore.
Within a week, we both dumped our partners and met up again. I spent an entire weekend at his place, being his whore. And that weekend has become for years of being sexual partners. I wouldn't say lovers. It's not that kind of relationship. I see other men, he sees other girls, but sexually, we're unmatched. Now we see each other at least once a week, because nothing makes me cum harder than being tied down and pumped full of cum by my own brother.
All that is to say that, a few years ago, I went with a guy that I had dated for a few weeks to a swinger BDSM party. We were pretty compatible in our sexual preferences and wanted to take things further. But the night took a weird turn pretty quickly when, at the bar, we came across a man I had met already. These... circles tend to be a little exclusive, so you've usually seen some people here and there. But this man was special.
Because you see, he was my half-brother. Not that we were close or anything to have known we could run into each other at this things. Long story short, he was the son of our ungrateful-bastard-father's "second family", only a couple of years younger than me. My mother and I were the "official" family. We found out about each other's existence over the inevitable fights over our father's will, when we were still in our teens. Out mother's couldn't possibly look at each other without becoming m****rers, but they were wise enough to advise us not to give in to animosity toward our newfound siblings. It's not like we moved in together or became a happy family, but we stayed in touch, sometimes got together at either of our houses for a holiday dinner once a year. We held for each other the affection of acquaintances, rather than full siblings, and most of our friends, if we ever met them, didn't ask too many questions: since he was the product of an affair, our father hadn't given him his last name, and we both looked more like our respective mothers. We made our lives separately and rarely met up, sometimes going 2 or even 3 years without reaching out as we got older.
And then I found him at a BDSM swingers party.
As his partner also caught the eye of my date, I caught myself not feeling ashamed. It was mostly the shock. Then, some awkwardness that didn't go unnoticed by our partners. My brother took control and explained that we'd met before at such a party and it hadn't gone so well. I kept silent, partly still in shock that he'd say something like that, but I discovered I was also feeling aroused. Was I really thinking what I was thinking? And could he possibly be having the same idea, for real? We were forced to find out soon enough when my date said something along the lines of "would you mind trying again? Because we're really hitting it off here", as he was building some serious chemistry with my brother's girlfriend.
We gave them our blessing, off they went to fuck and, as soon as they were far enough, I asked my brother what the hell he was doing. He was pretty calm about the whole thing, which took me even more off guard. He said he didn't took me for a woman that liked this sort of thing and questioned what the odds were of running into each other at such a place. He then eased me and confessed that he had always liked me "like this". "What do you mean, 'like this'?", I asked him. "Sexually", he said, "I always felt an attraction, but I couldn't possibly do anything about it".
Shocked at the implication, we started arguing back and forth about what he was suggesting. "But we are related", "Only 50%", "It's wrong", "No one has to know and no one could possibly put 2 and 2 together".
"Besides", he said, "neither of your arguments is saying you DON'T want this. And if we're at a place like this, then 'wrong' means a very different thing for us than for everyone else. We like to test the limits of pleasure".
Then he told me to relax, whispered in my ear "we can get a room if you want to be private about it", and kissed me out of the blue. First I was shocked... then I melted. FAST. Within 5 minutes I was tied to a bed and being fucked by my own brother. I experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had... and then another... and so on for about 3 hours, when he couldn't continue just because his cock was sore.
Within a week, we both dumped our partners and met up again. I spent an entire weekend at his place, being his whore. And that weekend has become for years of being sexual partners. I wouldn't say lovers. It's not that kind of relationship. I see other men, he sees other girls, but sexually, we're unmatched. Now we see each other at least once a week, because nothing makes me cum harder than being tied down and pumped full of cum by my own brother.
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