- My Family -
Straight Female / 21
My Husband Being My Brother
I’m kind of new to this whole confessions thing, so bare with me if I branch off occasionally.
My husband and I have been married for 2 and a half months now. We’ve been enjoying ourselves, prospering in life, fucking raw like Monday Night in WWE, doing everything married couples do except argue. But recently, we found out something that would disturb the average person.
Through a blood test, I found out that he’s one of my father’s biological sons. I don’t know my father personally, but I was told was a whore. I’m his only daughter and youngest child. I was told that he had gotten 7 women in 7 different states pregnant, then just kept rolling like the stone he is. When I found out my husband was one of his 7 sons, I was shocked…but not completely.
Before I broke the news to him, I fucked the daylights out of him. I bounced on his dick then after he came, I gripped it, circled my tongue around the tip and made him call me hermanita, which he doesn’t know means little sister. I don’t know what sick demonic monster took over me in that moment, but I let her do what it do.
We went for about 6 rounds. While I laid in his arms, I finally told him. He laughed it off and I laughed along with him before I brought him the results from the blood test. His smile faded immediately before he left the room for a few minutes. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I knocked and asked was he alright. The door flew open, he snatched me inside, bent me over on the sink and penetrated my pussy roughly, grabbing a handful of my hair as he thrusted inside of me.
He was as furious as he was horny, angry that I did what I did after finding out he was my brother. Now me personally, I love it rough. I love getting beaten during sex, but this time wasn’t like any of the others. He was slapping the shit out of me, punching me in the back of the head and pushing my face down against the sink while fucking me from the back.
He turned me around and slammed me against the wall. The light switch was pressing into my back, but I paid it no mind as he began to strangle me. He began to degrade me, calling me a disgusting little slut over and over. I knew it was because he still hadn’t processed the information that we were siblings, and neither did I, which is why my first instinct was sex.
We fucked all day and night for the next three days. While I was cooking all three meals, while we were eating, while we were showering, while we were brushing our teeth and washing our faces, while we got ready for work, while we were at work on the furniture (we both work side jobs at Ikea), on the way home from work, until we went to sleep and as soon as we wake up.
I feel like finding out we were related attracted me to him even more. I’m going to be spending the rest of my
life with this man and there’s nothing I really want to do to get out of this marriage. I don’t think it’s possible anyone’s going to find out about it either. He doesn’t care, I definitely don’t and we’re never having children.
My husband and I have been married for 2 and a half months now. We’ve been enjoying ourselves, prospering in life, fucking raw like Monday Night in WWE, doing everything married couples do except argue. But recently, we found out something that would disturb the average person.
Through a blood test, I found out that he’s one of my father’s biological sons. I don’t know my father personally, but I was told was a whore. I’m his only daughter and youngest child. I was told that he had gotten 7 women in 7 different states pregnant, then just kept rolling like the stone he is. When I found out my husband was one of his 7 sons, I was shocked…but not completely.
Before I broke the news to him, I fucked the daylights out of him. I bounced on his dick then after he came, I gripped it, circled my tongue around the tip and made him call me hermanita, which he doesn’t know means little sister. I don’t know what sick demonic monster took over me in that moment, but I let her do what it do.
We went for about 6 rounds. While I laid in his arms, I finally told him. He laughed it off and I laughed along with him before I brought him the results from the blood test. His smile faded immediately before he left the room for a few minutes. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I knocked and asked was he alright. The door flew open, he snatched me inside, bent me over on the sink and penetrated my pussy roughly, grabbing a handful of my hair as he thrusted inside of me.
He was as furious as he was horny, angry that I did what I did after finding out he was my brother. Now me personally, I love it rough. I love getting beaten during sex, but this time wasn’t like any of the others. He was slapping the shit out of me, punching me in the back of the head and pushing my face down against the sink while fucking me from the back.
He turned me around and slammed me against the wall. The light switch was pressing into my back, but I paid it no mind as he began to strangle me. He began to degrade me, calling me a disgusting little slut over and over. I knew it was because he still hadn’t processed the information that we were siblings, and neither did I, which is why my first instinct was sex.
We fucked all day and night for the next three days. While I was cooking all three meals, while we were eating, while we were showering, while we were brushing our teeth and washing our faces, while we got ready for work, while we were at work on the furniture (we both work side jobs at Ikea), on the way home from work, until we went to sleep and as soon as we wake up.
I feel like finding out we were related attracted me to him even more. I’m going to be spending the rest of my
life with this man and there’s nothing I really want to do to get out of this marriage. I don’t think it’s possible anyone’s going to find out about it either. He doesn’t care, I definitely don’t and we’re never having children.
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