Okay incest, this is my story. All this happened about an hour ago. For you to understand my situation fully, I think it is best for me to explain some history about my family and I. So, i'll format everything into blocks, first talking about my family, then my brother, then my sister's and mine relationship, then the situation, then me. (NOTE: I know this could get lengthy so i'm sorry in advanced, but again, I feel this is what needs to be done.) Let's begin.
I have four brothers and four sisters, six of which are adopted from Ukraine. Within in six adopted, there are three separate families. Meaning, not all of them are biologically related to one another. I'll try to keep things straight by categorizing my siblings by their biological relation to one another. My first siblings, one of my younger sisters and one of my older brothers, were adopted when I was about eight. Since them two being adopted (they are related to one another (1)), my parents, through out the following years, took four more trips back to Ukraine (the last which in which we ALL went on); hence how my family became so large. The next sibling to be adopted, my younger sister(2), was adopted a few years later. Again, my parents went back to adopted my youngest brother (3). The finale was, when my parents learned my sister (2), also had an older brother and sister (2), we all went to Ukraine to adopt them.
Okay, lets now talk about my brother(1). We'll call him "J". I consider J to be my long lost brother. I can't explain it, but i'm sure either fate/god or whatever, determined that J and I would meet and be brothers. Ever since he was adopted, we bonded, and over the years, that bond has only strengthened. He is my best friend, and one of a very very few friends that I have. Fun fact: he happens to be only SIX days older than me. Weird huh? Anyways, we are very close. You might ask why I'm telling you about my relationship with my bro, but it will all have something to do with what is later to come. Moving on.
Next, is my older sister(2). We'll call he "C". Okay, C is a little older than me. About two years apart. As we got older and got into puberty, hormones started to kick in. Gradually, I started kind of "wanting" my sister. It started about 8th grade I would say. I would go into her room while she was showering, and wait for her to get out and walk in. I'd be rock hard to try and see if she would respond. I did that a couple of times, but finally controlled myself. Skip to the summer going into 10th i believe. Maybe the summer of my 9th grade year. Anyways, that summer, my whole family and I went to the beach, and stayed in this two story room for free, at this condo, courtesy of my dad's friend who just so happened to own it. Well, one night most the family was downstairs watching a movie or asleep. My sister C, was upstairs in her room, watching t.v. I went up there and it was like in the incest videos that i watched, at first just to help her get the t.v. set up. I ended up hanging out with her, laying on the same bed with her. I was laying down next to her, and she was sitting on the bed, with her knees pulled up towards her. I noticed her smooth legs and started to slowly pull back her Nike shorts she was wearing, to reveal more of her thigh. Well, she noticed. I said something like "oh "oh sorry, didn't mean to, just really liked your legs" sort of things. She laughed it off or whatever. A little later i asked if she like that. She said yeah but felt weird about it. I told her I totally understood and would stop. Well, a little later, she put her head down on my chest. The night ended. Nothing happened. The next day, we went into the laundry room located on the second floor. We didn't use this room, so we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. We began exploring each other. We kissed, and just kind of felt each other up. She was really shy so i was being very slow and gentle. I lifted her shirt, seeing boobs for my first time. I started unzipping her pants, seeing a vagina for the first time. Fingered her a little bit whilst making out. I was hard, and asked if she wanted to see "mine." She was okay with it, and I unzipped my pants, revealing my erect penis. We felt each other up for awhile but finally we left. Things continued like that the rest of the trip at the beach. She gave me my first hand job later. She was a lot of my firsts, and i was likewise to her. When we left the beach, we continued doing things. I eventually started showering with her (she had a bathroom connected to her room), but we never advanced past feeling up one another. But as years went by and we grew up, we started wanting more. I began sneaking up into her room at night. I fucked her for the first time when I was in 10th grade. She was my first , again. We continued, I kept sneaking upstairs into her room to sleep with her and would occasionally find times to shower with her. Again, things progressed more, to oral sex. We'd take breaks from one another, but eventually i'd cave to self desires and things would start up again.
Lets fast forward to the present. It happened today. I had just gotten home from work to find my whole family gone, except C and J. J, originally, was asleep on the couch downstairs not feeling well. I said hey and he groggily replied. I went upstairs to find C, getting ready to shower. We chatted, I asked where everyone was and everything, how her day had been, just chatter. The whole time, especially when i asked about why the house was so empty, she was giving me "that look." So, again, I caved. I went downstairs, grabbed a condom, and walked back upstairs to find C starting a shower. We kissed, got naked, and hopped in. We did the usually, felt one another up, she blew me and i ate her out. Then i lied down and she sat on down on top of my dick. We fucked until i came. We showered, I got out, and dressed back in my work clothes, just by the unlikely chance J was up. Well, that little chance wasn't so little. I left the bathroom through the second door, which led outside into our back yard. I thought I was clear, and was walking to the sliding door of our back porch, to find J meeting me. My heart skipped a beat. He opened the door, snack in hand, apparently going to eat on the porch. We said quick heys, and I walked past him. I felt sick. Did he see me? He had to. The look he gave me was one of disgust. I went downstairs and hopped in the shower, trying to cover my tracks. But what's weird, is he seems to be fine. At first, or maybe it was me being paranoid, he seemed to be really kind of mad at me, so I assumed that he must of saw me. But now, as the night has progressed, things really seem normal. (SIDE NOTE: When C and I took a break, C and J kind of had the same deal as C and I did. C told me that J would text her, go into her room, and do basically what C and I did. Oh, C also told J what C and I had done in the past so he and I both know about our dirty pasts. Never have we blatantly talked about it. Does this have something to do with it all?)
About me. As you might have guessed, I've never had a girlfriend or ever had any form of intimate connection with a female besides C. I've been the "nice guy." The "best friend." I'm the KING of the friend zone. I just am myself to girls, every girl, whether I'm into her or not. But apparently, me being so polite just winds me up being a "best friend." Honestly though, it never really bothered me, getting friend zoned, until my friends and J were getting all these girls to fucking fall on their knees for them and easily just kind of "hit-it-and-quit-it" type deal. And in highschool, there is a lot of pressure to lose your virginity. So C and I genuinely took a break. I really tried hard to get a girlfriend. And not really for a sexual reason, but I just wanted to be close with some one. Like how C and I were. We would just some nights lay in her bed and just talk about life. I just wanted that. To be with some one. To be close. Well, I got really close to this girl, and I thought for sure I had done it. I built a connection with her, and I felt a little feed back. Well, just like the sequels, I got dropped flat on my face, and she straight told me the classic "i just see you as a friend" type deal. Well this hurt. And i mean hurt. But that's another story. Well again, i fell C and I fell back into a cycle with one another.
Okay, so after hearing all the preliminary stuff, we are now to the main point. What should I do? Should I talk with my brother about today? Should I just not? What do you guys think? I value the bond I have with my brother and I don't want to jeopardize that. And please, feel free to ask me questions.
P.S: It might be hard to believe, but I still have A LOT more to say but honestly, I'm exhausted. Again, i'm open to questions about me/my family/anything you can think of pertaining to this post. Sorry if was kind of ranty and my information seemed to be splotchy, but I just needed to say a lot of things and still need to say more and explain things better.
