I couldn't believe I was lying in bed, fantasizing about my own brother. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help the way my body reacted when I thought about him.
A knock on the door made my heart race. It was him. My 19-year-old brother, standing on the other side of the door.
"Hey, can I come in?" he asked, his voice casual. I hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing. He opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
We made small talk, but I couldn't focus on anything but the way he was looking at me. His eyes were dark and intense, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised, but he quickly recovered and kissed me back. Our hands explored each other's bodies, and I felt a thrill of excitement and nervousness.
We undressed each other, our bodies entwined on the bed. I was scared, but I couldn't deny the way my body was responding to him.
As we started to have sex, I realized it was my first time. It hurt, and I started to bleed. I pushed him away, embarrassed and in pain.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"You idiot!" I snapped. "It's my first time, and you didn't even realize it!"
He looked at me, his eyes full of regret. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
We cleaned up, and I couldn't look at him. I was angry and embarrassed, but I couldn't deny the connection we had. We lay back down on the bed, holding each other.
I knew this was a mistake, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I wanted more, even though I knew it was wrong.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies entwined. We knew we would have to face the consequences of our actions, but for now, we were content.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about what the future held for us. Would we be able to keep this secret? Would we be able to resist each other? Only time would tell.
The end of chapter one.
Note: This is a work of fiction and it's important to remember that incest is illegal and morally wrong. It's not something to be taken lightly and it's not something to be romanticized. This story is written for entertainment purposes only and it's not meant to be taken as an example of how to behave in real life.
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