A few of you, in which I have confided, have known about my biggest secret and the recent plight in which I found myself for the past 1 month. It takes me great courage and humility to come clean in front of the community about this dark secret which has been slowly rotting my
inner game lately. Given that it's my 3000th post, I see it fit to ask for advice this time around. I just want to throw it out there in case ANYBODY has any piece of advice on that matter. I have been to counseling, talked to close friends and it's NOT going away!!! HELLLPP MEE!!!
I think I am in love with my own fresh and blood, my sister. What can i do?
My younger sister, let's call her Ann, is 2 years younger than me. And yes, she's over 18 and so am I. She is stunningly beautiful in my eyes. She's easily a solid 8.5, if you are concerned about HB ratings. Gorgeous smile, firm perky breasts that hold well by themselves, a firm ass on which you can polish your palms, and long toned legs[she used to be a gymnast till her teens]. I dont want you to get turned on by writing about my sister. So, you get the fucking picture. She's HOT.
We've grown up together until the age of 18 until I left for college in another state. We were close as brothers and sisters could be. Strangers often commented that we could be twins. She was my best friend until I was transferred to a boys school in year 7 but we've always been close and kept in touch.
As siblings, hers was the first vagina I ever touched, even before we both reached puberty. But we never went further than that. As kids, we often walked around the backyard pool naked, flaunting our genitals as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The baby pictures of the two of us in our naked embrace can still be found in the family album.
As we grew older, our attention naturally turned to members of the opposite sex. I was the smart shy one in the family, she was a social butterfly who has a lot of girl friends who giggled at me when they come over to our house and locked themselves in my sister's room. God knows what happened inside. I could only hear muffled noises and laughter. Her hot gymnast friends scared me to death. And she probably found it amusing that I could be so
uncomfortable around girls. I was perfectly comfortable around her. I could tell her about my sexual fears and she was always a good listener. But being a woman, she had no idea how to best advise me in dating. To her, it seemed easy. Guys just come to her and that was it. Needless to say, she lost her virginity before I did. (And I am 2 years older than her, fyi).
When I moved out of the family home, we kinda grew apart but we were only a phone call away and I saw her during the college breaks and during the holidays. My college dorm friends always joked that my sister is hot and that they would bang her anytime any day. But I always furtively dismiss their crass comments as the normal ball busting guys do to each other.
Now, forward to 1 month ago. My sister broke up with her LTR of 2 years, a jackass douchebag named Jeff[his real name, I want to cook his testicles and feed it to his witchy mum with some fava beans and a nice chanti]. I dont want to go into details but it was so bad that she had to move out of their rented flat and moved in with me. FIRST MISTAKE.
I was being the kind brother. So I say, "sure". There is a guest room. Barely a week later, her stuff ended up in my appartment. I spent a fair bit of time consoling her at night. We talked for hours about relationships and I, being a master at comfort game, told her what she wanted to hear. In fact, I was using some of
Sinn's Breakthrough comfort ideas on her. SECOND MISTAKE. The point of no return was when we were both on the couch, cuddling against each other, with the tv in the background in the darkened living room.
We looked into each other's eyes. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman's eyes filled with tears. I dont mean to say that in a sadistic way, but it's just morning dew on flower petals. Fucking stunning. Anyway we are in each other's arms, looking at each other. I could feel her warmth against me. I could smell her sweet scent. She smiled and I noticed her eyes do a TRIANGULAR GAZING on me. THIRD MISTAKE.
Now, I am just a weak man and when you put me in this situation, I am like on Auto-pilot. WE KISSED. I cant tell for sure who made the first move, but our faces were so close to each other that we could feel our breath on each other's skin. It was as if magnetic field forced our lips together. Now, you may think it was just an innocent peck. But after our lips first touched, she kissed me back. The sexual tension was such that I didn't give a damn at that moment. My right hand grabbed the back of her head and I pulled her hair and I french kissed her. Our tongues touched, as if for the first time. It was like we found each other again, back in our childhood when we played naked in the backyard, next to the swimming pool. After the kiss, which probably lasted 30 seconds, none of us dared say a word. I did not know what MAGIC happened or whether I should apologize. But there was no shame in her eyes. So, I just left the room, with a boner in my pants. No words were exchanged. We both knew it was bad. It was ESP. It was our little secret, but little did I know that it would get worse.
For the next 2 weeks, things got better and we never mentioned our special moment on the couch. It was awesome fun to have her around. After her break up, she is always wanting to spend time with me instead of her girl friends. I, on the other hand, wanted badly to meet her girl friends. Our bond grew and I have to tell you, sometimes when she hugs me i don't ever want to let her go. I feel her breasts against my chest. And then, the dreams start coming... 2 weeks ago, I started having dreams about me fucking my sister, in every possible position, in every hole, her giving me oral, me delecting her sweet shaved pussy(which is the only memory I have of her pre pubescent pussy). I would wake up with the biggest cock ever, sweating and horny as hell. My fucking mind was playing tricks on me. How can I ever fantasize about banging my sister??
Then, the inevitable happened. Last Saturday night, I walked in on my sister masturbating in the bathtub! It was around 1 am. I came back from an early night with my 2 wings. I would not say I was drunk, but I had maybe a few bourbon and coke inside me. I did not drive so. Now, given the hours of the night, I came in as quietly as I could. It was all a daze. As I approached the bathroom, I could hear a few splattering of water and the lights were on, the bathroom door slightly opened. Someone was clearly inside. Now, when you are drunk, commonsense usually dictates that it's a silly idea to walk in on someone, esp if it may be your sister taking a late bath. But then, alcohol tells you that it might be fun (self amusement anyone?). So, I tip toed towards the bathroom until I could see through and hear some moans. My curiosity got the better of me and I opend it wide open. Here, she was, legs spread out, and yes, she's shaven heaven, 2 fingers moving around in her pussy, the other arm around the bathtub, which was filled 2 feet with water.
My jaws dropped to the ground at that heavenly sight. And simultaneously, my cock pounded against my briefs, gasping to be free. I was in total shock. For probably about 5 seconds, where I just stared at my hot naked sister who was getting herself off. She was probably as surprised as I was, but she seemed to be less affected by it, as if she actually wanted it to happen, as if she actually set it up so that I could catch her in the act.
What would you have done? Would you have dropped your pants and get your sister to give you head? Would you have satisfied her sexually if she had asked you?
But I did not wait for the 'invitation' to join her. I got out of the bathroom without a word. My brains were scared out of my skull. There is a primitive masculine part of me that says "FUCK HER. SHE'S HOT." But then the logical mind says "NO, SHE'S YOUR SISTER, DAMN IT". Let me assure you that if I did, I would use protection of course. I am not keen on taking care of any baby miaddict, not even one from my sister.
But the next day, my mind got into hindsight mode. The 'what if I fucked my sister' scenarios have been causing much trouble since. I dream about her all the time and not in a sisterly way. I can't get her out of my head. I am just not interested in other women anymore. And I know it's wrong to fuck someone of your own blood. And i dont know what to do. I have been trying to avoid her, and she probably knows why.
Like i said i know its wrong to feel this way. I should have this abundance mentality that DeadEyeDick talks about. Fader has tried to help me but I can't let it go, bro. Thanks for the phone call bro. It helped a bit, but I still need to find it within me to come to terms to it. Every inch of my body is yearning to penetrate her shaved pussy and violate her in an ocean of orgasmic bliss. But then i think why is it wrong? She's just another human being and its only modern society that tells us its wrong. We are very comfortable each other and we both love each other in a brother/sister way. Help me resolve this inner turmoil.
What would you do in my place?
UPDATE:
Find out what I finally decided to do about it
here.