HisDepravedSister
Leecher
TRIGGER WARNING: INCEST, CHEATING
I'm here to share something. Something in my life I never expected to do. Incest. So please, if incest disgusts you, stop right here. I posted this on a popular PH Sub-Reddit but it got taken down. So here I am in this website.
Before I continue, let me just say I'm not promoting incest. I'll also omit some details to protect our identity.
I have siblings and I'm the eldest. This is about my younger brother and me. I'm three years older than him. We grew up normally like any siblings. Us siblings are close to the point na we would go to see movies together, have a dinner or coffee outside, have a walk around malls and drink alcohol together.
One day, I started noticing the not so subtle looks my brother was giving me. We were in our early 20s at the time. I was sure he was checking me out. I knew those looks. He was having sexual thoughts about me. How his eyes roamed my body, I knew it. There were feelings of disgust but at the same time the source of those feelings were from my brother. I love him but not in that way and that was why I felt complicated. I didn't want to feel gross towards my own brother. At first, I didn't know what to do with the fact that my brother is into me. I tried to ignore it. But then I thought that I, being the older sister, had to sermon him about it before he did something stupid. So I looked for a good timing to talk to him about it. It was just the two of us at the house when I decided talk to him.
I looked at him for a short while before going straight to the topic. I told him na I know how he checks me out from time to time. Na may pagtingin siya sa akin. That got a reaction out of him. I let what I said sink in for a while before I continued. "Mali yun ha. Ate mo ako. Bawal yun." I said to him while he was avoiding my gaze. He was quiet for a while. I continued by saying I wasn't mad but he needed to stop looking and thinking about me in that way. I added if he wanted to say something, he can. He said "Sorry Te." I could tell na nahihiya siya. I also wanted to make sure about some things. I asked him if he ever tried to peep on me or tried to touch me inappropriately in my sleep. In case he did, I would tell our parents. He replied no he didn't but he thought about it. I warned him na wag na wag niyang gagawin yun and kalimutan niya na yung whatever feeling na nararamdaman niya. I ended our conversation by assuring him that our conversation would remain between the two of us. Our parents wouldn't know about it. Well, as long as wala siyang gagawin.
However, he did something stupid. I still remember it. It was night and I came home drunk and forgot to lock my door as I slept. I woke up to him groping my breast. I screamed out loud. I was extremely scared. I yelled for help as he just stood there. My parents woke up and rushed to my room. I told them what happened and as you might imagine Dad got angry. He was livid. My brother received a beating from my dad. His face was a bloody mess in the end. Naiyak ako sa ginawa niya. I felt betrayed. My trust in him was completely broken. That was when my feelings toward him changed. I was disgusted. Repulsed by his very presence.
After that night, he got awkward and I completely avoided him. He apologized to me multiple times but I just ignored him. I still remember how I slapped him hard. I didn't want to look at him nor hear his voice. Our siblings lost respect to him. My boyfriend then (now husband) was completely shocked when I told him about it. I started feeling uncomfortable living with my brother. What if gawin niya ulet? What if next time rape na? Kinakabahan talaga ako. I told our parents about my concerns and Dad decided to send him away. Our other siblings were monitored too. They made sure na hindi sila gagawa sa kanya. Soon after, the news of what he did spread like wildfire to our relatives. He got multiple sermons from our uncles and aunts. My closest female cousins started treating him with caution too. He became the family freak and weirdo. Dad was ashamed of him. Mom still cared, giving him allowance and stuff. He was sent to therapy but it didn't work.
The time came when he started to distance himself from us. There were even times when he wouldn't go to family events. I started feeling bad for him. Kapatid ko pa din siya. I thought to myself na dapat pala sinabi ko na agad sa parents namin when I started to notice his interest in me. Maybe that night could have been prevented. Eventually, my bf and I got married and had a baby.
My brother really changed over time. Actually, there were times before na he felt like a stranger. In the event he would go to a family event, I had trouble interacting with him. It felt like we didn't know each other. It really affected me din. We rarely talked.
Incest piqued my curiosity. I started reading about it. There was disgust at first and I couldn't really explain why but eventually, I got comfortable with it. Honestly, it was surprising to me too being comfortable about it. As long as it's two consenting adults, there's nothing wrong with it. But not me. I mean, as I read, thoughts like doing it with him entered my mind but no. I didn't want it. I was grossed out. I was so sure of myself that I would never do it.
One day, I called him. This happened when he didn't show himself to us for quite some time. He ignored calls and messages from us. Even some of our cousins who was friends with him and his closest mates didn't know much. I and mom were really worried about him. More than that, I felt the need to talk to him. I remember how I ignored his apologies. How he became estranged. I felt sorry for him. Despite what he did, he's still my brother. I wanted him back as the brother I know and love and most of all, trust. In my heart, I already forgave him. He answered naman after a few tries. I told him straight that I wanted to talk with him in person because I'm worried about him and we needed to sort out this drift between us. I didn't want him to spend the rest of his life distancing himself from us. Ok he said. So we scheduled a time and place and I told our parents and my husband about it. I told them it's better I go alone.
We met outside a coffee shop. He looked fine naman. Tension was definitely in the air. I started by asking him where had he been. Turned out he was travelling and instructed his friends to never tell us what he was up to. Thankfully, naging smooth yung flow ng conversation namin. I then asked him about love life. He just smiled and said na it was either it didn't work out or they reached the end of their relationship. We talked some more and when things got quiet, I looked him straight in the eyes and said I no longer hold any anger towards him, that I forgave him already. And that I was sorry for ignoring his apologies and for treating him with disdain. He smiled and said thanks and he said sorry about what he did. He was young and stupid, he added.
I urged him to come join us from time to time, that he needs to get to know his pamangkin. He said sure, sometimes. We met some more after the first meeting. I wanted us to be siblings again and I felt trying to bond with him was going well. I took the initiative in inviting him to family days. He attended naman. Family dinners and stuff like that. Everything was going well to the point I trusted him enough to go to his place. My husband warned me to be careful about it though. Understandable and I agreed. However, I also felt he wouldn't try anything else. And he didn't. It was comfortable for me hanging out from time to time at his place.
The night that changed me. August 2024.
One night, we were at his place. Just the two of us watching tv and talking about various topics. It was part of going back to being normal siblings but this is where things took a drastic turn. I brought up the topic of incest even though I never planned on doing so. It was out of curiosity. Na shock siya. I told him I was just curious. I felt nervous why I brought it up in the first place. I asked him when did he start seeing me in that way. I told him na it was just gonna be between us and I wasn't going to get mad. He explained that he noticed how my body developed as we grew up. And before he knew it, he was already desiring me. He knew it was wrong but he just couldn't help himself and made a remark about my breasts, butt and curves. Listening to him made me feel nervous yet somehow I wasn't disgusted. Then I uttered words I couldn't take back.
"Just a look. Papakita ko sayo. Gusto mo ba?" I asked him as I stared straight into his eyes. My heart was pounding loudly. I never expected those words would ever be said to my brother. I was feeling the need na pagbigyan siya kahit tingin lang. Out of pity na din. Even though I didn't plan on it.
He looked shocked. His voice was shaky when he said, "Kung ok lang sayo." I looked at him seriously and told him to make sure it stays between us. I also made him promise na hangang tingin lang.
I stood up while he sat on the sofa. With a deep breath, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head and dropped it on the floor, leaving me with shorts and bra. The nervousness I felt at that time. I reached behind and unclasped the hook as I let it fall. My breasts were on full display for him. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. My nipples were erect. By that point, aroused na din talaga ako. It was the kind of arousal mixed with nervousness. There was something erotic about stripping for my brother that awakened something deep within me. Something depraved. The act of flaunting him my breasts shifted the mood to a sexual one. His eyes bore into me. They looked crazed. I didn't know how much time passed as his eyes feasted on my breasts. I didn't know that was the point of no return.
He stood up and got closer to me. Our eyes met and I couldn't move. I was feeling such a mixture of emotions. The next moment was fast. He pulled me closer to him as his mouth met mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was wild. We soon found ourselves slurping each other's tongue as he hugged me tight and pressed his erection on me while his hand groped a breast. His tounge founds its way on my neck as his other hand found my clit. I was wet. Then we torridly kissed again. I let him have his way with my mouth. We gasped for air before he pulled me to his room. I couldn't muster any resistance at all. I felt weak and nervous.
He was fondling my breasts from behind. I could tell how nervous he was as he continued to have his way with them. I couldn't deny the pleasure I felt from the way his hands molested me. He was having the time of his life when I craned my neck and we kissed. While my butt pressed against his erection.
He was about to lay me down when I told him to wait. I asked him if he had a condom. He shakily said meron. He kissed me again as he pushed me down. I let him remove my shorts along with my underwear. His clothes were removed in haste as I watched him put on the condom. We were about to fuck and I wasn't even the least bit disgusted. He had a good long look at my vulnerable body.
Our eyes locked as he shoved his cock deep inside. The way our eyes stared into each other felt so intense. Our bodies were connected in taboo union. It was immoral yet it felt exhilarating. I will never forget his eyes. They looked crazed. He fucked me as he watched my breasts bounced wildly. Making him fuck me harder. My body gladly welcomed the abnormal pleasure it felt. It didn't care that it was my brother who was fucking me. We torridly kissed as he continued to fulfill his long desire that I let occur.
I watched as my brother's tool went in and out of me, further hammering the unspeakable reality that we were committing incest and that I let it happen. My own juices covered his rod. I was experiencing a new type of pleasure as my emotions ran wild. I could clearly feel his desire and deep longing for me. He's obsessed. He unleashed it all as if there was no tomorrow.
I just kept moaning and moaning as he had his way with me. I was lost in ecstacy. My back would arch as a climax tore through my body and he would smile. A crazed smile. As he fucked me, some part of me was scared yet that just added to the thrill of the situation. My legs and arms wrapped around him as he gave a few more frantic thrusts and unloaded everything. We torridly kissed as he kept cumming.
We just laid there afterwards. I didn't know what to say. Then I cried. I didn't just cheat but I also committed a taboo. I felt dirty. The reality of what I started, what we just committed, sank in. The guilt of committing something immoral terrified me. My brother pulled me closer to his embrace as he kissed me softly on my lips then licked my tears. He tried to soothe me.
"Walang makaka alam. Promise. Walang mali sa ginawa natin." His voice sounded like a bad influence. The way he whispered "Sshhh..." sounded sickeningly sweet. His embrace felt possessive. I could feel na hindi niya na ako papatakasin.
He kissed me and I kissed back. I just wanted to drown the guilt and fear and he gladly did so. We fucked some more and more. With him commanding me to be on top as he watched me bounce up and down on his cock. He fucked me from behind as his tongue lathered my back with his saliva while his hands fondled my breasts. I saw a side of him I wasn't supposed to see. We had incestuous sex until we fell asleep.
I woke up with him just watching me intently. I just stared at the ceiling for a while and he kissed me good morning. He ate breakfast but I couldn't. I looked at him and told him in all seriousness that no one must ever know. I made him promise. He just smiled and replied "Siyempre naman." Then he got closer and hugged me. I accepted his embrace. He caressed my hair and kissed me on my lips. I jerked my head but he just grabbed my face. I closed my eyes as I kissed back. His hand then traveled under my shirt and started fondling me. I held his hand and told him I needed to go. He asked that I stay for one more day. "Weekend naman e and wala naman asawa mo." he said. I refused and put up resistance. I kept saying "Enough na. Tama na." He just hugged me tighter. It was the kind of hug that told me he wouldn't let me leave. I couldn't say no. A part of me wanted more. I reminded him to use a condom, "Basta mag condom ka." He wanted to do it raw. I explained that I don't rely on pills. It failed me before. I still got pregnant while taking them. I argued na papayag na nga ako mag stay so he should follow my rule.
Something in me just wanted to give in and I felt he wouldn't let me leave. He had to have me again. I felt vulnerable to his desires. So yeah, I stayed for a day and he fucked me in every position he wanted. I gave him blowjob multiple times. He showered me with compliments. We spent some time sa cr, making out as his hands kept snaking around my body. He explored every inch of me. I was submissive. He couldn't keep his hands off of me. His obsessive side was on full display and I felt the full force of it.
The next day before I left, he asked me when we would meet again. I just said, "Bahala na." Days later, he kept calling me and I ignored him. I just said na busy ako sa work. I had time alone to myself. What the fuck did I put myself into? Why did I enjoy it? I reasoned to myself that my mind was affected in some way when I read about incest. I wished there was alcohol involved so I could blame it. Thoughts like that flooded my mind. Mixed emotions plagued me for days.
What we committed kept replaying in my head. It distracted me from my daily life. Every time I remembered how I let my brother ravish me would make me so nervously aroused. I wasn't grossed at all. The cravings my body felt were overpowering the guilt I felt for committing such an act and guilt of cheating. I couldn't shake the feeling that he's got me in a vice grip.
I asked myself whether I should tell my husband. Maybe he could put a stop to it. But just how do I tell him? He would surely be disgusted. I steeled myself na he would never know.
I thought maybe I was into incest too and just didn't know it. It is actually terrifying how good it felt.
I messaged him;
"Please, forget about it. I know it's gonna be hard pero need mo kalimutan. Masyadong delikado mag continue. I'm married na at may anak. Napagbigyan na kita. Enough na yun."
He replied;
"Ate, ang sakin lang naman I knew for sure na wala ng mangyayari satin nuon pa dahil alam ko yung disgust mo. I accepted it. Then sinimulan mo tapos ganto? Kitang kita ko din naman sa mukha mo na sarap na sarap ka nung nasa kama kita."
I couldn't argue back. He was right. I mean, wala naman siyang ginawang advances when we reconnected so he was right na sabihin niya na ako yung nag initiate. He made a good point.
Another message from him;
"Married ka? Mas dadagdag sa thrill yun."
"Respetuhin mo naman marriage ko!"
"Hindi mo nga nirespeto e."
He clearly doesn't care about my marriage. Actually, I wasn't even convinced of myself when I brought up my marriage. It felt like I was kidding myself. If I truly cherished it why did I do such a thing? I kept making excuses to myself but what happened already happened. I cheated and committed incest. My love for my marriage felt fragile.
"What if my makahalata? What if mabuntis mo ko? Matakot ka naman." I told him.
"Kaya nga may condom e. May makakahalata? Isipin mo na lang. May magiisip ba na nagkipag sex ka sakin? Everyone knows na disgusted ka sa incest. Ang nasa isip nila, never mong gagawin yun. Perfect cover satin." There it was. The eureka moment. My heart skipped a beat. He was right. No one will know as long as we're careful. I couldn't deny to myself how persuasive he was.
We argued some more and I blocked him. He didn't know where I live. My husband didn't want him in the house and I respected his wishes. Part of me felt relieved at that but at the same time I wished he knew where I was and just come and take me to fuck the hesitation out of me.
One might say that was my chance to stop everything but no. It wasn't that simple. You need to feel what I felt to understand that there is no escaping the call of temptation that was speaking to me. A part of me that fought against my morality.
And so, there came a day I could no longer resist the cravings, the voice in my head. A voice that started as a whisper until it was screaming loudly. Whatever awakened in me needed to be fed. It was starving. I felt powerless to resist against it. So I sent a message to him to wait for me at his place that we would commit the nasty again at his place and that he better stock up on condoms. He called me all excited. I made sure to remind him about my condom rule.
That night, I fully unveiled my carnal side to him. I said words that drove him crazy. Nilandian ko talaga. I went absolutely crazy.
"Sarap ba ni ate? Ha?"
"Ganto ba gusto mo gawin ko?"
"Oh? You like that huh?"
"Sarap ba mag titfuck ni ate?"
"Sarap ba gawing personal **** sarili mong ate?"
"Mas masarap dahil married na ate mo?"
"Sarap ba? Knowing may hubby na si ate mo na nag-mamay ari niyan?"
And many more dirty words I wasn't supposed to say to him. I felt liberated. It felt like discovering a new me and there was bliss accepting it.
There was this erotic and romantic moment that night. We just had fucked each others' brains out and he was on top of me as we made out. Our eyes locked with each other when he said, "Akin ka." I nodded to him and lovingly replied, "Yes, I'm yours." My god! The way my heart skipped at that. Nakaka-kilig.
After everything that's happened, I realized my revulsion to incest was an attempt to suppress a part of me that actually wanted to enact them. The disgust I felt towards the incest was so vehement because it served to hide and deny a hidden and unspoken desire to engage and perform the taboo of incest. My brother helped make those desire come to the surface and I'm glad he did. Thanks to him, I get to enjoy the exquisite taste of incest. Allowing me to indulge in euphoric pleasures I never thought existed. I understand my brother now wholeheartedly.
So yeah, I fuck my brother. We keep indulging in incestuous acts and will continue to do so. The fact our family doesn't suspect I willingly engage in incestuous acts with my brother just makes it that much thrilling. Oh and the thrill of cheating too. Gosh! The ecstatic feeling of that! We'll keep being careful so we can keep indulging ourselves of the forbidden fruit. As the old adage goes, "Masarap ang bawal."
I'm here to share something. Something in my life I never expected to do. Incest. So please, if incest disgusts you, stop right here. I posted this on a popular PH Sub-Reddit but it got taken down. So here I am in this website.
Before I continue, let me just say I'm not promoting incest. I'll also omit some details to protect our identity.
I have siblings and I'm the eldest. This is about my younger brother and me. I'm three years older than him. We grew up normally like any siblings. Us siblings are close to the point na we would go to see movies together, have a dinner or coffee outside, have a walk around malls and drink alcohol together.
One day, I started noticing the not so subtle looks my brother was giving me. We were in our early 20s at the time. I was sure he was checking me out. I knew those looks. He was having sexual thoughts about me. How his eyes roamed my body, I knew it. There were feelings of disgust but at the same time the source of those feelings were from my brother. I love him but not in that way and that was why I felt complicated. I didn't want to feel gross towards my own brother. At first, I didn't know what to do with the fact that my brother is into me. I tried to ignore it. But then I thought that I, being the older sister, had to sermon him about it before he did something stupid. So I looked for a good timing to talk to him about it. It was just the two of us at the house when I decided talk to him.
I looked at him for a short while before going straight to the topic. I told him na I know how he checks me out from time to time. Na may pagtingin siya sa akin. That got a reaction out of him. I let what I said sink in for a while before I continued. "Mali yun ha. Ate mo ako. Bawal yun." I said to him while he was avoiding my gaze. He was quiet for a while. I continued by saying I wasn't mad but he needed to stop looking and thinking about me in that way. I added if he wanted to say something, he can. He said "Sorry Te." I could tell na nahihiya siya. I also wanted to make sure about some things. I asked him if he ever tried to peep on me or tried to touch me inappropriately in my sleep. In case he did, I would tell our parents. He replied no he didn't but he thought about it. I warned him na wag na wag niyang gagawin yun and kalimutan niya na yung whatever feeling na nararamdaman niya. I ended our conversation by assuring him that our conversation would remain between the two of us. Our parents wouldn't know about it. Well, as long as wala siyang gagawin.
However, he did something stupid. I still remember it. It was night and I came home drunk and forgot to lock my door as I slept. I woke up to him groping my breast. I screamed out loud. I was extremely scared. I yelled for help as he just stood there. My parents woke up and rushed to my room. I told them what happened and as you might imagine Dad got angry. He was livid. My brother received a beating from my dad. His face was a bloody mess in the end. Naiyak ako sa ginawa niya. I felt betrayed. My trust in him was completely broken. That was when my feelings toward him changed. I was disgusted. Repulsed by his very presence.
After that night, he got awkward and I completely avoided him. He apologized to me multiple times but I just ignored him. I still remember how I slapped him hard. I didn't want to look at him nor hear his voice. Our siblings lost respect to him. My boyfriend then (now husband) was completely shocked when I told him about it. I started feeling uncomfortable living with my brother. What if gawin niya ulet? What if next time rape na? Kinakabahan talaga ako. I told our parents about my concerns and Dad decided to send him away. Our other siblings were monitored too. They made sure na hindi sila gagawa sa kanya. Soon after, the news of what he did spread like wildfire to our relatives. He got multiple sermons from our uncles and aunts. My closest female cousins started treating him with caution too. He became the family freak and weirdo. Dad was ashamed of him. Mom still cared, giving him allowance and stuff. He was sent to therapy but it didn't work.
The time came when he started to distance himself from us. There were even times when he wouldn't go to family events. I started feeling bad for him. Kapatid ko pa din siya. I thought to myself na dapat pala sinabi ko na agad sa parents namin when I started to notice his interest in me. Maybe that night could have been prevented. Eventually, my bf and I got married and had a baby.
My brother really changed over time. Actually, there were times before na he felt like a stranger. In the event he would go to a family event, I had trouble interacting with him. It felt like we didn't know each other. It really affected me din. We rarely talked.
Incest piqued my curiosity. I started reading about it. There was disgust at first and I couldn't really explain why but eventually, I got comfortable with it. Honestly, it was surprising to me too being comfortable about it. As long as it's two consenting adults, there's nothing wrong with it. But not me. I mean, as I read, thoughts like doing it with him entered my mind but no. I didn't want it. I was grossed out. I was so sure of myself that I would never do it.
One day, I called him. This happened when he didn't show himself to us for quite some time. He ignored calls and messages from us. Even some of our cousins who was friends with him and his closest mates didn't know much. I and mom were really worried about him. More than that, I felt the need to talk to him. I remember how I ignored his apologies. How he became estranged. I felt sorry for him. Despite what he did, he's still my brother. I wanted him back as the brother I know and love and most of all, trust. In my heart, I already forgave him. He answered naman after a few tries. I told him straight that I wanted to talk with him in person because I'm worried about him and we needed to sort out this drift between us. I didn't want him to spend the rest of his life distancing himself from us. Ok he said. So we scheduled a time and place and I told our parents and my husband about it. I told them it's better I go alone.
We met outside a coffee shop. He looked fine naman. Tension was definitely in the air. I started by asking him where had he been. Turned out he was travelling and instructed his friends to never tell us what he was up to. Thankfully, naging smooth yung flow ng conversation namin. I then asked him about love life. He just smiled and said na it was either it didn't work out or they reached the end of their relationship. We talked some more and when things got quiet, I looked him straight in the eyes and said I no longer hold any anger towards him, that I forgave him already. And that I was sorry for ignoring his apologies and for treating him with disdain. He smiled and said thanks and he said sorry about what he did. He was young and stupid, he added.
I urged him to come join us from time to time, that he needs to get to know his pamangkin. He said sure, sometimes. We met some more after the first meeting. I wanted us to be siblings again and I felt trying to bond with him was going well. I took the initiative in inviting him to family days. He attended naman. Family dinners and stuff like that. Everything was going well to the point I trusted him enough to go to his place. My husband warned me to be careful about it though. Understandable and I agreed. However, I also felt he wouldn't try anything else. And he didn't. It was comfortable for me hanging out from time to time at his place.
The night that changed me. August 2024.
One night, we were at his place. Just the two of us watching tv and talking about various topics. It was part of going back to being normal siblings but this is where things took a drastic turn. I brought up the topic of incest even though I never planned on doing so. It was out of curiosity. Na shock siya. I told him I was just curious. I felt nervous why I brought it up in the first place. I asked him when did he start seeing me in that way. I told him na it was just gonna be between us and I wasn't going to get mad. He explained that he noticed how my body developed as we grew up. And before he knew it, he was already desiring me. He knew it was wrong but he just couldn't help himself and made a remark about my breasts, butt and curves. Listening to him made me feel nervous yet somehow I wasn't disgusted. Then I uttered words I couldn't take back.
"Just a look. Papakita ko sayo. Gusto mo ba?" I asked him as I stared straight into his eyes. My heart was pounding loudly. I never expected those words would ever be said to my brother. I was feeling the need na pagbigyan siya kahit tingin lang. Out of pity na din. Even though I didn't plan on it.
He looked shocked. His voice was shaky when he said, "Kung ok lang sayo." I looked at him seriously and told him to make sure it stays between us. I also made him promise na hangang tingin lang.
I stood up while he sat on the sofa. With a deep breath, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head and dropped it on the floor, leaving me with shorts and bra. The nervousness I felt at that time. I reached behind and unclasped the hook as I let it fall. My breasts were on full display for him. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. My nipples were erect. By that point, aroused na din talaga ako. It was the kind of arousal mixed with nervousness. There was something erotic about stripping for my brother that awakened something deep within me. Something depraved. The act of flaunting him my breasts shifted the mood to a sexual one. His eyes bore into me. They looked crazed. I didn't know how much time passed as his eyes feasted on my breasts. I didn't know that was the point of no return.
He stood up and got closer to me. Our eyes met and I couldn't move. I was feeling such a mixture of emotions. The next moment was fast. He pulled me closer to him as his mouth met mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was wild. We soon found ourselves slurping each other's tongue as he hugged me tight and pressed his erection on me while his hand groped a breast. His tounge founds its way on my neck as his other hand found my clit. I was wet. Then we torridly kissed again. I let him have his way with my mouth. We gasped for air before he pulled me to his room. I couldn't muster any resistance at all. I felt weak and nervous.
He was fondling my breasts from behind. I could tell how nervous he was as he continued to have his way with them. I couldn't deny the pleasure I felt from the way his hands molested me. He was having the time of his life when I craned my neck and we kissed. While my butt pressed against his erection.
He was about to lay me down when I told him to wait. I asked him if he had a condom. He shakily said meron. He kissed me again as he pushed me down. I let him remove my shorts along with my underwear. His clothes were removed in haste as I watched him put on the condom. We were about to fuck and I wasn't even the least bit disgusted. He had a good long look at my vulnerable body.
Our eyes locked as he shoved his cock deep inside. The way our eyes stared into each other felt so intense. Our bodies were connected in taboo union. It was immoral yet it felt exhilarating. I will never forget his eyes. They looked crazed. He fucked me as he watched my breasts bounced wildly. Making him fuck me harder. My body gladly welcomed the abnormal pleasure it felt. It didn't care that it was my brother who was fucking me. We torridly kissed as he continued to fulfill his long desire that I let occur.
I watched as my brother's tool went in and out of me, further hammering the unspeakable reality that we were committing incest and that I let it happen. My own juices covered his rod. I was experiencing a new type of pleasure as my emotions ran wild. I could clearly feel his desire and deep longing for me. He's obsessed. He unleashed it all as if there was no tomorrow.
I just kept moaning and moaning as he had his way with me. I was lost in ecstacy. My back would arch as a climax tore through my body and he would smile. A crazed smile. As he fucked me, some part of me was scared yet that just added to the thrill of the situation. My legs and arms wrapped around him as he gave a few more frantic thrusts and unloaded everything. We torridly kissed as he kept cumming.
We just laid there afterwards. I didn't know what to say. Then I cried. I didn't just cheat but I also committed a taboo. I felt dirty. The reality of what I started, what we just committed, sank in. The guilt of committing something immoral terrified me. My brother pulled me closer to his embrace as he kissed me softly on my lips then licked my tears. He tried to soothe me.
"Walang makaka alam. Promise. Walang mali sa ginawa natin." His voice sounded like a bad influence. The way he whispered "Sshhh..." sounded sickeningly sweet. His embrace felt possessive. I could feel na hindi niya na ako papatakasin.
He kissed me and I kissed back. I just wanted to drown the guilt and fear and he gladly did so. We fucked some more and more. With him commanding me to be on top as he watched me bounce up and down on his cock. He fucked me from behind as his tongue lathered my back with his saliva while his hands fondled my breasts. I saw a side of him I wasn't supposed to see. We had incestuous sex until we fell asleep.
I woke up with him just watching me intently. I just stared at the ceiling for a while and he kissed me good morning. He ate breakfast but I couldn't. I looked at him and told him in all seriousness that no one must ever know. I made him promise. He just smiled and replied "Siyempre naman." Then he got closer and hugged me. I accepted his embrace. He caressed my hair and kissed me on my lips. I jerked my head but he just grabbed my face. I closed my eyes as I kissed back. His hand then traveled under my shirt and started fondling me. I held his hand and told him I needed to go. He asked that I stay for one more day. "Weekend naman e and wala naman asawa mo." he said. I refused and put up resistance. I kept saying "Enough na. Tama na." He just hugged me tighter. It was the kind of hug that told me he wouldn't let me leave. I couldn't say no. A part of me wanted more. I reminded him to use a condom, "Basta mag condom ka." He wanted to do it raw. I explained that I don't rely on pills. It failed me before. I still got pregnant while taking them. I argued na papayag na nga ako mag stay so he should follow my rule.
Something in me just wanted to give in and I felt he wouldn't let me leave. He had to have me again. I felt vulnerable to his desires. So yeah, I stayed for a day and he fucked me in every position he wanted. I gave him blowjob multiple times. He showered me with compliments. We spent some time sa cr, making out as his hands kept snaking around my body. He explored every inch of me. I was submissive. He couldn't keep his hands off of me. His obsessive side was on full display and I felt the full force of it.
The next day before I left, he asked me when we would meet again. I just said, "Bahala na." Days later, he kept calling me and I ignored him. I just said na busy ako sa work. I had time alone to myself. What the fuck did I put myself into? Why did I enjoy it? I reasoned to myself that my mind was affected in some way when I read about incest. I wished there was alcohol involved so I could blame it. Thoughts like that flooded my mind. Mixed emotions plagued me for days.
What we committed kept replaying in my head. It distracted me from my daily life. Every time I remembered how I let my brother ravish me would make me so nervously aroused. I wasn't grossed at all. The cravings my body felt were overpowering the guilt I felt for committing such an act and guilt of cheating. I couldn't shake the feeling that he's got me in a vice grip.
I asked myself whether I should tell my husband. Maybe he could put a stop to it. But just how do I tell him? He would surely be disgusted. I steeled myself na he would never know.
I thought maybe I was into incest too and just didn't know it. It is actually terrifying how good it felt.
I messaged him;
"Please, forget about it. I know it's gonna be hard pero need mo kalimutan. Masyadong delikado mag continue. I'm married na at may anak. Napagbigyan na kita. Enough na yun."
He replied;
"Ate, ang sakin lang naman I knew for sure na wala ng mangyayari satin nuon pa dahil alam ko yung disgust mo. I accepted it. Then sinimulan mo tapos ganto? Kitang kita ko din naman sa mukha mo na sarap na sarap ka nung nasa kama kita."
I couldn't argue back. He was right. I mean, wala naman siyang ginawang advances when we reconnected so he was right na sabihin niya na ako yung nag initiate. He made a good point.
Another message from him;
"Married ka? Mas dadagdag sa thrill yun."
"Respetuhin mo naman marriage ko!"
"Hindi mo nga nirespeto e."
He clearly doesn't care about my marriage. Actually, I wasn't even convinced of myself when I brought up my marriage. It felt like I was kidding myself. If I truly cherished it why did I do such a thing? I kept making excuses to myself but what happened already happened. I cheated and committed incest. My love for my marriage felt fragile.
"What if my makahalata? What if mabuntis mo ko? Matakot ka naman." I told him.
"Kaya nga may condom e. May makakahalata? Isipin mo na lang. May magiisip ba na nagkipag sex ka sakin? Everyone knows na disgusted ka sa incest. Ang nasa isip nila, never mong gagawin yun. Perfect cover satin." There it was. The eureka moment. My heart skipped a beat. He was right. No one will know as long as we're careful. I couldn't deny to myself how persuasive he was.
We argued some more and I blocked him. He didn't know where I live. My husband didn't want him in the house and I respected his wishes. Part of me felt relieved at that but at the same time I wished he knew where I was and just come and take me to fuck the hesitation out of me.
One might say that was my chance to stop everything but no. It wasn't that simple. You need to feel what I felt to understand that there is no escaping the call of temptation that was speaking to me. A part of me that fought against my morality.
And so, there came a day I could no longer resist the cravings, the voice in my head. A voice that started as a whisper until it was screaming loudly. Whatever awakened in me needed to be fed. It was starving. I felt powerless to resist against it. So I sent a message to him to wait for me at his place that we would commit the nasty again at his place and that he better stock up on condoms. He called me all excited. I made sure to remind him about my condom rule.
That night, I fully unveiled my carnal side to him. I said words that drove him crazy. Nilandian ko talaga. I went absolutely crazy.
"Sarap ba ni ate? Ha?"
"Ganto ba gusto mo gawin ko?"
"Oh? You like that huh?"
"Sarap ba mag titfuck ni ate?"
"Sarap ba gawing personal **** sarili mong ate?"
"Mas masarap dahil married na ate mo?"
"Sarap ba? Knowing may hubby na si ate mo na nag-mamay ari niyan?"
And many more dirty words I wasn't supposed to say to him. I felt liberated. It felt like discovering a new me and there was bliss accepting it.
There was this erotic and romantic moment that night. We just had fucked each others' brains out and he was on top of me as we made out. Our eyes locked with each other when he said, "Akin ka." I nodded to him and lovingly replied, "Yes, I'm yours." My god! The way my heart skipped at that. Nakaka-kilig.
After everything that's happened, I realized my revulsion to incest was an attempt to suppress a part of me that actually wanted to enact them. The disgust I felt towards the incest was so vehement because it served to hide and deny a hidden and unspoken desire to engage and perform the taboo of incest. My brother helped make those desire come to the surface and I'm glad he did. Thanks to him, I get to enjoy the exquisite taste of incest. Allowing me to indulge in euphoric pleasures I never thought existed. I understand my brother now wholeheartedly.
So yeah, I fuck my brother. We keep indulging in incestuous acts and will continue to do so. The fact our family doesn't suspect I willingly engage in incestuous acts with my brother just makes it that much thrilling. Oh and the thrill of cheating too. Gosh! The ecstatic feeling of that! We'll keep being careful so we can keep indulging ourselves of the forbidden fruit. As the old adage goes, "Masarap ang bawal."
