The Good News Is I Was Still A Virgin Because Brothers Don't Count

My father was asked to go to Japan to close on a business deal, that is, sign. He took us with him. The hotel we stayed in in Tokyo was big by Japan standards, a room with two double beds. Mom and Dad in one bed and my brother and me in the other.

At night my brother grabbed me, started feeling me up, he refused to wake up, as he got my pj's down my legs and pushed me under him and performed full penetration sex on me. No, he didn't pull out, no he didn't stop, no he didn't 'wake' up when I called out. My Mom called out from her bed, got up and tried pulling him off. Too late I was all wet with his yuck.

After everyone was awake, I slept with Mom and My Dad slept in the other bed where the 'incident' happened, a big wet spot on the bed. My brother was kicked to the floor. My Mom interrogated me no end, it wasn't me who started it. My brother? Well, nature takes its course.

For the next days we had two rooms, females in one, males in the other. My Mom complained because it was supposed to be a second honeymoon.

Nothing came of it, I was still a virgin because family doesn't count, no baby was good news, although that was because my ovaries were still immature and my eggs weren't all fertile. My brother became protective of me, and he is to this day. He has no 'memory' because he was 'sleep walking' when it happened. He was my husband's best man when I got married. And he 'gave me away'.