Alice Maes a Confession

It's my parents anniversary. The whole family and half the street is here to celebrate, but god it's dull! The only saving grace is that it means I get to spend some time with my brother. I know you'll probably think I'm a twisted bitch, but after all this time, to be honest I just don't care, because sometimes... scratch that... all the time, when I'm around my brother I'm transported to a realm where societal norms dissipate, leaving only primal urges, and my thoughts become a canvas of unbridled fantasy. The idea of exploring my sexual desires with my own flesh and blood sibling sends shivers down my spine. I can't help it, my brother is hot! I love how he looks at me, looks after me, I always have -- it's like nothing else matters when I'm around him, I feel complete.

The truth is, I've had a crush on my brother for as long as I can remember. It started when we were kids and I figured I'd grow out of it, but as we grew older, so did the feelings. It wasn't until recently that he began to show signs that he felt the same -- subtle at first, but unmistakable nonetheless. The way he'd glance at me with an intensity that left me breathless, or the way his voice would drop to a low purr when speaking my name. We've been doing the same touchy feely, flirtatious dance for a long, long time now, mostly instigated by me to be fair, but we've never crossed the line. He's always been super respectful, keeping his distance despite my open flirting. Somehow, today feels different. Today, I think we might be able to take the leap. Nothing is really different you know, and Jesus, it's hardly the right time when we're surrounded by our entire family, but there's just something in the air.

Maybe it's the champagne talking, but every fibre of my being yearns to surrender to this forbidden pleasure, to float way in my brother's strong embrace. It's been boiling inside of me for years, but for the first time I get the feeling that just maybe my brother has always felt the same way. There's something about the way he keeps looking at me today.

Surrounded by friends and relatives who feel irrelevant in comparison, my is heart racing like a runaway train. I can't help but feel the magnetism between us, the weight of an unspoken connection between brother and sister who want more than society allows. Can we finally acknowledge the elephant in the room -- the undeniable attraction that's been buried for far too long? The air is electric with a tension only the two of us are aware of and I, for one, am not naive enough to think it'll dissipate anytime soon.

As I lock eyes with him, sat across from each other in the living room of our parent's home, in exactly the same places we used to trade jibes and faces growing up, I see the same unmistakable hunger reflected back at me -- we're both thinking the exact same thing: what if? What if we take this risk and let our desires guide us? The thrill of it all is almost too much to bear. My mind is consumed by the thought of his masculine features, the way his piercing gaze makes my insides quiver, and the unmistakable bulge in his pants that's been teasing me for years.

I've spent years dreaming of having him in my bed, exploring every inch of my body and claiming it as his own. I crave the sensation of his fat cock nestled deep within my tight asshole. Yes, I admit it, I'm an ass slut and dream of my brothers cock violating my tight hole nightly, feeling him move in and out of my guts with slow deliberation. The thought sends shivers down my spine as I imagine the way he'll make me feel -- like a queen, deserving of every ounce of pleasure he can deliver. It's delicious.

I plunge deeper into my fantastical incestuous abyss, the lines of reality blur, and I'm left questioning the very fabric of morality. What is deemed taboo seems such a tantalizing thrill, as I revel in the ecstasy of the possibility of this forbidden connection. Our sibling bond transcending societal boundaries; we could be free to indulge, unfettered by the constraints of decency.

My body trembles with excitement as internally I conjure up the most explicit, graphic scenes, unbeknownst to the friends and family surrounding me, who'd be horrified by my salacious thoughts -- the forbidden caress of a sibling's touch, the taboo thrill of shared kisses, the unbridled passion that drives us to abandon all inhibitions, our sibling bond strengthening, our connection an unbreakable force as we surrender to our desires.

I feel it deeply now, without a shadow of a doubt, that if I don't make my move today I'll be left with the regret of missing out on an opportunity that could have changed everything between us. So, I take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage I possess, cross the room to sit beside my brother and whisper in his ear that I know exactly what he's thinking and that I'm thinking it too, with bells on!

My whispers hang in the air like a challenge -- it's time to see if our desires will ignite our relationship forever, or destroy it forever. What the fuck am I doing?

My mind's eye paints vivid scenes of his tender touch, intimate caresses, the most explicit, primal, carnal acts between us, juxtaposed with the horror and shame of his rejection, hearing my words and announcing to the surrounding family what a wanton slut I am, shaming me in front of everyone. I tremble, awaiting his response

He remains silent and as I gaze into his eyes yearning for an answer, I am met with an initial reaction that I can't read, but it's far from outright disgust. Maybe there's hope? The air around us seems to vibrate with tension, as if the very fabric of reality has been warped by my taboo confession. I tremble with anticipation, Holy shit, this might actually be for real, or have I read him wrong? Have I fucked this up?

My mind is a jumble of wanton thoughts, every fibre of my being screaming for me to get up and leave, but the deep, inscrutable gaze of his hazel eyes keeps me rooted to the spot. I can almost taste the forbidden fruit I crave, all sense of propriety crumbling beneath the weight of unspoken desire. The thought of our innocent games as kids now seem like a distant memory, replaced by an unquenchable thirst for much more carnal pursuits.

I'm lost in his piercing stare, my breath caught in my throat as I await his response. Will he reciprocate my admission or shatter my world? He's my everything, he has been for as long as I can remember. Shit! I can't believe I did this. What was I thinking? Here, today, of all times and places, surrounded by the whole family. I must be fucking insane! But all day long my mind has been a maelstrom of explicit thoughts - the way his strong hands would cup my breasts, the soft rustle of our clothes hitting the floor as we strip each other naked, the primal urge to drive him wild, slurp on his fat cock and submit to his every whim. My panties are drenched, I can't live without him any longer.

The sound of the surrounding party is a distant hum now, replaced by the pounding of my heart. I'm trapped in this moment, torn between the thrill of what might be and the agony of rejection. His gaze never wavers, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes want to believe he'll finally admit to having the same forbidden desires.

I can almost see the wheels turning in his mind as he processes my whispered confession. A part of me wants to retreat into myself, to disappear from this awkward moment and forget it ever happened. But another, bolder, more primal part of me is screaming for him to take a step closer, to acknowledge the elephant in the room, to whisk me away and take me in all the worst ways, regardless of what the rest of the world thinks.

He still says nothing, but he gets up and takes my hand, beckoning me to follow him. Holy shit! Is this it? I'm sure I feel his hard cock pressing against my arse as we bunch up and make way for our mum and aunt bringing out yet more trays of nibbles from the kitchen. "Where are you two off too?" mum asks. I'm too far gone to answer, but I hear my brother respond "We're just going to do some catching up away from the rabble." Our mum smiles and carries on as he leads me away from the party and upstairs to my old bedroom. He still hasn't said a word to me, will he admonish me or ravish me? The anticipation is killing me.

He pushes me down onto the bed, still covered with the same sheets I used to lie in as a teenager, frigging myself over thoughts of my handsome big brother's stiff cock, and now I was finally going to get to feel it, hopefully. I soon realised my questions were answered, the look in his eyes was inscrutable no longer, they radiated pure lust as his body pressed up against mine. Still without a word spoken we sank into the mattress together, exactly as I'd always fantasised, tangled in each other's arms, kissing, but not like a brother and sister should kiss each other, tasting each other, teasing each other. Years of pent up passion unleashed in one ecstatic kiss. He breaks the kiss momentarily to finally whisper something in my ear, to confirm my long held hopes and fantasies -- "I've been wanting this for so long," and honestly... it sends shivers down my spine. I'm so turned on it's unreal. I can feel his cock throbbing against me, pulsing a rhythm that matches my own racing heart. The room around us dissolves into nothingness as our bodies entwine, our hearts pounding in tandem like a primitive drumbeat. I am lost in the vortex of our desire, unable to distinguish between right and wrong, but I know this feeling could never be wrong. Years of unrequited taboo desires finally flooding out and flooding my now sopping wet panties too.

We writhe entwined on the bed, his fingers dance across my back, sending electricity coursing through my veins. I'm acutely aware of every touch, every whisper of his breath and mine. The party downstairs melts away, leaving only this moment -- us, locked together in a passionate kiss that's both tender and tantalizing. I feel my pulse quicken, the connection between us palpable, undeniable.

His hand drifts up to cradle my cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of my jawline. My own hands roam over his body, feeling the ridges and curves of his muscular torso beneath the fabric of his shirt, toned from years of working the forest. It's as if we're both exploring uncharted territory, mapping each other's bodies with a fervor that can't be ignored. His gaze never wavers from mine as he captures my hand, our fingers intertwining. My hand finds his cock through his pants and a low, carnal growl rumbles from his throat, the sound sending shivers down my spine, both of us lost in the moment -- brother and sister, suspended in a sea of incestuous desire. Our kiss deepens, the heat increasing as our bodies begin to move in tandem, rocking back and forth with an unspoken rhythm.

Nothing else exists; only the hunger burning between us, this primal sibling dance -- his hand slips beneath my shirt, I can feel the warmth spreading through me as he cups my breast. I can feel my nipples hardening, inducing thrilling chills I've long imagined, leaving a trail of intense sparks in their wake. His mouth never leaves mine as his other hand slides up, unhooking my bra, releasing my tits fully to his touch, the sensation almost painful as he teases my nips with light caresses. The air is heavy with tension, our bodies rocking in a slow, primal rhythm. I can feel myself becoming lost in a torrent of taboo sensations. I've never felt anything like it -- a burning desire coursing through us both.

We start pulling off each others clothes, tossing them wherever, craving the feel of our naked torsos pressing against one another. As he pulls down my panties, and I can feel myself becoming unhinged. It's then that he whispers in my ear -- "You're all I've ever really wanted sis" and I melt completely at his words. It's finally becoming real. He wants me as much as I want him, fuck what anybody else thinks, this is too perfect, I'm beyond caring. All I can think about is the next touch, the next caress, the next kiss. All the other shit can wait!

Lying on the bed, my body entwined with his, I can feel my brother's lips tracing a path of desire down my neck and across my chest. His tongue is deft and deliberate, sending shivers coursing through me as he explores every inch of my skin. The sensation builds and swirls inside me, a crescendo of anticipation that only grows stronger as we continue to touch and taste each other. He's gentle at first, teasing my nipples with his fingers, then gradually increasing the pressure until I'm panting and desperate for more. His hands move lower, his thumbs pressing against my clit in slow circles as he nips at my earlobes with his teeth.

Next thing I know, he's got his fingers deep inside me, teasing that sweet spot until I'm writhing in ecstasy! I moan loudly, the first sound to escape my lips since I whispered my naughty desires in his ear downstairs. Fuck I want more! - "Take me brother, I want you inside of me." Christ, I need him in me so god damn bad right now!

He teases me for what seems an eternity, and then his lips find my pussy and oh, sweet mercy! I'm consumed by the sensation. That tongue of his is working dark magic on me. I'm melting into him, losing myself in this forbidden pleasure. His hands are all over me -- my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my cunt... every inch of me is screaming for more. It's been building for years, but now I know it for sure. My brother is my perfect man, my perfect lover.

He pauses, his breathing heavy, and our eyes lock in a silent moment of pure and wanton lust. In one swift motion, he positions himself above me, and I feel his cock probing for entry, spreading my lips as his rock hard manhood slides inside me, our bodies connecting in a way that feels both primal and intimate at the same time. The sensation is intense, a pure, long awaited, ecstatic pleasure that fills every fibre of my being. His cock feels so amazingly right inside of me, like we were made for each other. We were made for each other! To be honest I knew since I was a little girl, we're just such a perfect match.

The sound of his heavy, lustful breathing, the smacking of skin against skin, the twisting of the sheets on my childhood bed beneath us, our whole family chattering, oblivious, just downstairs -- it's like we're creating a fabulous symphony of sex and sin. His cock is pounding away at me, and I'm taking every inch of him, silently begging for more. He's got one hand pinning me by my neck, holding me in place as he drills into me, owning me. With the other, he's kneading my tits and twisting my nipples so hard it hurts, but god it feels so good.

I'm coming apart, unravelling like a threadbare sweater and it feels so good. My brother is taking his time now, switching from primal animalistic rutting to deep, slow, loving strokes, savouring every moment of this depraved incestuous pleasure. It's like we're committing a forbidden sin together, and let's face it, we are, but I couldn't be more grateful for it. I've never felt a connection as strong as this with anyone else; I know it now for certain. He's my forever home, my shelter from the storm.

Girls let me tell you, if you've got a brother, you've got to try it. It's intense, it's wrong, but honestly? It feels more right than anything else in my life. The way he's moving, all slow and deliberate, is driving me wild. His eyes are locked on mine, I can see that same hunger reflected back at me. We're feeding off each other's desire, lost in this galaxy of forbidden bliss.

He increases the pace again, his breathing growing ragged, I felt my own body responding in kind. His thrusts become more insistent, the pressure building to a fever pitch within me. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling my brother, my lover, closer as he pounds into me with an intensity that borders on brutality. His hips churn against mine, the friction igniting every cell in my body with exotic pleasure. I feel myself hurtling toward some unknown precipice, helpless to stop the impending crash. My eyes are locked onto his, our gazes burning with an unspoken, eternal understanding. We were about to shatter a verboten boundary together and it was intoxicating in it's naughtiness. I arched my back, pushing up into the pleasure, feeling it spread through every fibre of my being like wildfire consuming dry brush, and then it hit me -- a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over me like a storm surge.

We both peaked together, in perfect synchronicity, our faces contorted in rapture, my brother's mouth open in a silent scream as he poured himself into me. I felt him throb and pulse, the sensation sending me spinning into an abyss of bliss. The world contracted to a pinpoint, my entire being consumed by the ecstasy coursing through me. I felt my inner walls clench tightly around my hot brother's fantastic, throbbing cock as he gave in to his passion unconditionally and released years of pent-up desire deep within me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - a torrent of hot, sticky incestuous cum that poured into my womb like a life-giving elixir. Wow!

As his hot fluid flooded my core I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, every inch of my pussy walls exploding around his wonderful shaft and the intense heat of his seed, unable to escape the all-encompassing nirvana that had been building for what felt like an eternity. The weightlessness of release was almost palpable as it washed over me, each spasm and twitch of his body a symphony of sensations that only added to my own euphoria.

I was acutely aware of his handsome face, overcome with passion, his mouth open in a silent scream as he poured his love into me after so long. The raw intensity of the moment was palpable, as if we were two planets aligning for a cosmic collision that would leave us both irreparably altered.

As I revelled in the pleasure, my world shrunk to a pinpoint focus on the sensations spreading through my body, each pulse and throb a reminder that this was it -- we had finally, irreversibly, crossed into the forbidden territory of incestuous pleasure and I'd loved every goddamn second of it. In this instant, nothing else mattered -- no taboo, no consequence, no moral compass to guide me back to sanity. All that remained was the thrilling warmth of his release. I was lost, forever changed, and utterly consumed by our ecstatic union. Our bodies and souls one from this point on.

We lay there for a while, catching our breath. I was trying to process the sheer magnitude of what we'd done, but I was too high on the sensations to do it. It's like the world had come crashing down around us, but in the best possible way. Then, without sharing a word, we start up again, this time with my brother lying on his back, and me straddling him. He pulls my hips down onto his cock, and I feel it slide deep inside me once more, such a perfect fit. The angle is different this time, and oh man, it's like he's hitting a new spot if you know what I mean, one no other man has hit before. I'm far gone now, cresting a wave of delight I've never felt with anybody else.

We're going at each other with reckless abandon, the only sound being our ragged breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. It's like we're trying to outdo each other in some glorious, twisted game of sexual tag. A hoarse whisper escapes my lips - "Make me come brother!" and right then it hits me again -- a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to consume me whole. I'm screaming his name, my brother's name and it just feels so right. I'm sure somebody probably heard us downstairs, but I really don't care. I was ready to scream to the world that this was my man.

I collapse on top of him, spent and exhausted, and he wraps his arms around me tenderly, stroking my face and hair. I realize then that it's not just about sex; it's about trust, vulnerability, and a bond that goes so far beyond blood ties. We're clinging on to each other in silence, both grinning like fools, knowing that this won't be just a one off thing. We'd bonded deeply and eternally. I'd finally unlocked the unbridled passion that only my brother could ever provide.