I truly loved my brother, as I said previously, I considered him to be my best lover ever and that we likely would still be fucking if he hadn't died young. I thought about sex with him often, and when I saw him out with his friends, all slightly older than me, I would get jealous. I wanted him to myself, and would wish he'd spend all his time with me, fucking, making me suck him, and such. We never did anal yet, but that eventually happened.
One time, in the middle of the day, he dragged me to our bedroom, closed the door, threw me on the bed, stripped us off and then started forcefully rubbing very hard against my cock. He obviously needed to get off big time. The problem was, usually I get aroused and create precum which helps make it more pleasurable rubbing cocks together, but this was so sudden, I didn't have a chance to. Both our foreskins pull all the way back easily, some guys can't. He was being so rough he actually made my foreskin bleed. That was the only reason why he stopped. I couldn't run to mom and say my cock is bleeding, and he just said it will stop on its own. That was the roughest he ever got with me. I sort of felt violated this one time.
That still wasn't enough to stop me from longing for my best lover and brother to be naked with me. By this time, we pretty much got off daily, sometimes though, it was just me sucking him off. Typical man, get off first, then forget about your partner. Yes, I was his partner in my mind and heart. I grew to love his seed, the first time I gagged of course, spit it out and wiped it out of my mouth with my underwear. He laughed in an evil way and I had a look of displeasure. He could have warned me or pulled out, the ass.
Eventually though, it became like nectar to me. Being younger, 19 at this point, him 21, I wanted to submit to him, my body was his to use as he wanted. I think he knew that too. You see I didn't realize it back then, but I had low self-esteem, despite being fairly bright in school and not overly athletic, but fit. Not sure why, but that's the way it was. So any attention I welcomed, even if it meant me getting him off without me cumming.
This one time, my parents were going on a short trip for the weekend, and left us siblings to fend for ourselves. Bad idea!! They took my baby brother with them who was 17 though, which was a good idea. That was when I found out that my brother, my lover, was truly a horny bastard and had sex with my older brother and sister already, as well as my sister who had turned 18 a few months before. And I thought I was special. He called it "playing bad", think it had to do with being raised Christian and knowing we were sinning. So, let the sinning begin.
He waited of course until evening time, otherwise there may be visitors during the daytime. Small community of less than 100 people, so everybody knew one another and would drop in unexpectedly for tea or chat. Night falls, and my horny brother tells us we're going to play bad. I was a bit taken aback, after all, I thought I was his only sexual partner. I had no clue my other brother and sisters were having sex with San too. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a growing rise in my groin. In hindsight, I think San took all of our cherries, that's why I said he was a bit of a blacksheep and why he eventually got his own bedroom. Think my parents suspected his antics.
Both my sisters have large breasts and huge dark nipples. He pulled open my oldest sister's blouse, removed her bra, and started to suck on her tits. She let him do it with no protests. My youngest sister was smirking, knowing she wanted some of that too. He motioned to me to undress my younger sister, she is close to my age by 1 year. My oldest brother had already pulled out his cock and was ready for action. Both he and San, the brother that deflowered me had similar size cocks, so did I actually, but the self-esteem problem always made me think my cock was small. Mine also had a curve to it.
I started mimicking my brother sucking on my oldest sister's tits with my younger sister. Up to this point, I had only been with 1 girl, so wasn't a virgin there, but deep down, I just wanted San, not girls. But the energy in that room, all siblings, got the best of me. Next thing you know, we were all naked. My brothers fucking my sisters, me playing with their tits while they were getting pounded. Me feeling up San's cock when he would pull out of my sister and I'd dive down to give him a bit of a suck. My older brother didn't want me doing anything to him, and I was fine with that because San had my heart, plus I didn't like my oldest brother's personality. He did show a dark side that night though, after all, it was a family orgy.
This went on for hours, all of us got off in one way or another. Then we simply went to bed, all satisfied and ok with "playing bad". A new reality opened up for me. I was losing my innocence.
Anyone who has experienced incest like I have, knows that you carry that secret. It sort of weighs on you always. When you get close to someone who is non-family, whether it is an intimate partner or a close friend, you often wonder if you should disclose to them about your experiences with family. Not sure if its about validation that we are not a bad person, or what. Christianity and society tell us always, that it is wrong to have sex out of marriage. It's even worse when its between family.
The natural guy tendency is to tell your buddies you lost your cherry or that you got laid, but how can you do that when it was your brother or sister you've been having sex with? So instead, you keep it buried, you carry that cross, and simply move through life feeling different or apart from the rest of the world.
I became very promiscuous, had tons of girls I dated till I was about 28, and had tons of guys I had sex with too. Around 28, I stopped dating girls. As mentioned in my story about the father and son, I had a daughter when I was 21, and its a wonder I only have 1 kid. San sired about 7 kids from different women. But by this time, I realized I was gay, not bi, and being with girls was more about what I thought society wanted of me.
I think the promiscuity was driven by my dark secret of incest. In my small community, you'd be surprised with how many of the married men there let me suck them off with no reciprocation when we were having beers. It wasn't about being gay and I did not identify as gay yet. Once I came out though, those opportunities dried up. Publicly, none of them disparaged me, but they would not be seen alone with me as before.
The ones with the biggest cocks were my boss/cousin who had a very thick cock, his cum was so damn salty though that I did not enjoy swallowing. His younger brother who is 3 years older than me, was even bigger in length, same thickness. I could barely deepthroat him. Years later, my brother San told me that he was caught by his mother fucking his sister. I would have loved to see that, have always been intrigued by huge cocks hurting any hole, mouth, pussy, anus. Guess incest just didn't happen in my family
This is all based on a true experience, I came from an interesting family and rural community. I am still very aroused by incest, it is my kryptonite, it can get me going physically and mentally. I consider myself fortunate that I had these experiences, with the bio father and son in a 5-year relationship; with my boss/cousin, later his son, his brother, all of age of course. With my sisters and later a couple times with my younger brother when he got old enough. Tons of male cousins too.
I never went after my female cousins any, it was all in pursuit of guys. I think that also was why I felt I was carrying a dark secret and burden, I knew I was gay, but back then, that was not something you shared openly. When I did at age 28, society was starting to be a bit more accepting, but in rural communities, there was always a risk of gay bashing.
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