Report Story Hello, First of all, let me ask, is it wrong to have an incest relationship with my brother? I think fantasising about a family member in a sexual relationship is a lot more of a common thing among teenagers than we may think. Mostly it is common between siblings. I have been involved in such a relation with my younger brother and I have good logical reasons for not regretting it. I have got a handsome father and a beautiful mother, so I and my brother, both are very physically appealing.
We are very intelligent, straight "A" students but my brother lacks sincerity. My brother has got bipolar disorder. He was also not able to speak confidently to girls. When he turned 16 years old he reached the peak of his handsomeness but was still really very shy, as a result, he didn't have any female friends or interaction with girls whatsoever. This made him quite desperate for sex. He started going for prostitutes. Gradually he started getting addicted to it. One of my friends saw him with a hooker and reported it to me, I got really worried about him.
He could get sexually transmitted diseases from prostitutes. One day I tried to make him realise the risk he was taking. I antagonised him and tried to convince him into not doing such a thing. He got really embarrassed by the conversation and just nodded in agreement to my every sentence. I kept watch on him, doing so I found out that he had not given up paid sex. I again tried to warn him of the risk he was taking.
That time he was furious. He tried to express his situation. He tried to explain to me how hard it was living with an anxiety disorder, and paid sex was the only solution as women do not understand men who express themselves non-verbally.
Tears rolled down his eyes, as I hugged him trying to console him. Even my voice became hoarse; all I could say was "brother, please stop this for me" repeatedly into his ears squeezing him tightly into my arms, crying too now. He made it clear that he would continue having paid sex, that it is what was best for him and there is minimal risk. He also asked me to keep it a secret from our parents or else he would move out and find a place of his own.
I was really shocked by his words. He was stern in these sorts of things due to his bipolar disorder, and I didn't want to become the reason for him to leave the house. In such a tense situation some involuntary words came out of my mouth.
The situation took a drastic turn. I didn't know what I was saying. He looked behind him and stared at my eyes. He asked, "is it a proper solution, and if so, is it possible? I saw a chance to change him so I nodded with a smile and continued "First of all, you cannot, and will not have paid sex for 15 days.
Then you will get a complete body check-up. This would assure that you don't have any sexually transmitted diseases. In that duration, I will convince one of my friends to have sex with you. I promise that you will have a real sex partner within 20 days. Also after 18 days mum and dad are out of the house for two weeks on their club sponsored trip".
His serious face changed to a grin. I would do everything you say if you hold your end of the deal. Also, your friend should be attractive like you. I hugged him assuring him that a deal is a deal, that I will follow through. Our one month and a half summer vacation had just begun. My parents left for their trip that day. My brother got his tests back, he was normal without any diseases.
It made me happy but I still had a huge responsibility to worry about. Those 20 days were ending in 2 and my brother had been holding his end of the deal. On the other hand, it was an impossible task for me to convince any of my friends to become subject to please my brother's sexual desires, especially if they were beautiful. I did not even ask anyone as I knew it was a completely crazy idea. Annoyingly my brother notified me that only two days were remaining for the deal to be complete, and if I did not hold up my end of our deal he would leave.
I was really terrified by his words. He deeply loved me as a sister so he would never punish me but instead, would punish himself for my mistake. This odd behaviour became really scary at times, but many times his disorder would make him extra caring, extra joyful, extra funny and extra lovable to me.
I really loved him for his odd behaviour. I needed a solution within two days. This was my idea, and if my brother does something weird in response to the deal-break on my end, it would be totally my fault and I would not be able to face my parents.
More importantly, my brother was a really needy person and it was my duty to help him get satisfaction from his life, not betray him and break his heart. There were only two ideas I was able to think of that day. First was, that I pay a prostitute to have sex with my brother, but that would contradict this whole deal, and I did not even know how to get such amount of money to pay prostitute like my brother did. The second idea was that I satisfy his sexual desire by myself.
I needed more days to think, so with enormous efforts, I convinced my brother to give me 3 extra days, and make it a day deal. That night I thought very hard about the second idea, and with each thought, I was leaning more and more towards it. I was awake the whole night thinking about it. Was it the night that darkened my decision? I started convincing myself that there was nothing wrong with having sex with your own brother. Each day I started finding more and more reasons that would support me having sex with him.
I had 5 days to think about it. As I tried to explore my sexual feelings day by day I found that deep inside my heart I wanted to have sex with him. I grew more and more desperate to satisfy my helpless brother, fulfilling my duty as a caring responsible sister. I started fantasising about him; us both sharing the same bed after a few hours of love-making.
It was quite appealing. On the 21st day, he was extremely tired because of his cricket match that day. He went to bed at 10 pm and in few seconds was in deep sleep. I waited till the clock struck 1. I wanted to check his depth of sleep so I tapped his cheek. I tapped even harder; again no response. I slapped him hard and to my surprise again no response.
He was in a really deep sleep that couldn't be affected by anything and that's what I wanted. I turned him so he was facing upwards. I slowly opened the zip of his pants, stretched his boxers to get his penis out. It was a really monstrous thing.
My heart started throbbing really hard. My brother was snoring unaware of what was going on, so I touched his penis and it started getting stiff. I leant forward to smell it, his penis smelled clean. Hormones surged through my entire body; I got really excited by that smell. That proved to be the spark that fired up tonnes to sexual desire for my brother. The deal was very far in the back of my mind at this moment.
All I could think about was wanting so much for him to be inside of me.