My name is Faith, and I...I had sex with my brother. I can't tell you how surprising it is to me to say that. I'm 36 years old, and he's 31 so this isn't some adolescent experimentation. And I wasn't drunk, so that can't explain it. I never had those kinds of desires for Troy before--and in fact I've hated him for the greater part of my life for being so reckless and being the kind of guy I almost would have expected this kind of thing from--but once it started there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I like sex, but never wanted to get in over my head about it. He went down on me, and that was the only time I'd ever been eaten out. Then, not only was Troy the first man I ever sucked, he was first man I ever wanted to suck. And when he came with force in my mouth and on my face, it was the single greatest moment of my life. I never wanted to face him again after that afternoon, but I was even more concerned about never getting the chance to do it again. And that made me feel disgusted with myself, so I kept my distance.
While I did feel that Troy and I had made a connection that day, I still regarded him as the deceitful, arrogant brother I'd loathed for so long. So when he invited me to an early Thanksgiving dinner, I assumed there was more to his intentions than just having me over for turkey.
Thanksgiving was still days away, but Troy, his fiancée Claire, and my other two brothers Will and Bryce were all staying at Troy's. Will and Bryce had flown in to town to meet Claire last week, and had liked her so much that they'd extended their stay. But they still had to get back to their respective lives before Thanksgiving, hence the early dinner.
I doubted that Bryce, or Will, the brother I was closest to, knew about this terrible event, and I knew if I went to dinner, my nerves would make things hell for me. Will especially would sense something was wrong, and I'd never been good at keeping things from him. So initially I turned the invite down. Until the day it happened, my brothers and I hadn't seen each other and had barely spoken for years. It seemed like a good idea to start that trend again. I still was so ashamed for what I had done with Troy that I had called in sick to work each day since it happened. I hadn't been out of bed in days.
And there were worst things to fear than just facing Troy. Claire was one of them. You see, the reason my older brother Will and youngest brother Bryce had liked Claire so much that they extended their stay was because Claire had had sex with both of them--actually, Troy was there, too, so all three of them--at the same time. It was something my brothers had done with different girls as far back as high school, and was the main reason why I hadn't spoken to them much over the years. I vehemently disapproved of such behavior, and they had no apologies for it. When I found out Claire was the latest of these slut girls, I realized that my brothers still hadn't grown up.
But while I chastised them all for it (calling Claire a slut right to her face only about an hour after having met her), Claire kept her cool and actually lectured Troy on being better to me. Unfortunately I didn't know what her idea of "being better" was until it was too late and Troy had his face buried between my thighs, his tongue actually inside my vagina.
At the time, it seemed as though Claire was pushing Troy to do this in some warped attempt at healing our relationship. But after giving it thought, I wondered if she was just intent on corrupting me so that I wouldn't be able to say anything bad about her without being a total hypocrite. By getting Troy and I in bed together, she had eliminated me as the problem sister-in-law to be. She'd neutralized my power. And this invite to Thanksgiving was, perhaps, the second phase of that plan--to get me to submit completely and become a slut just like her.
I made up my mind that that had to be the reason. And the arrogance behind it made me furious. As if my lifetime of responsibility and good choices would be so easy to break down now that I'd tasted Troy's cock.
The thing was, I couldn't deny that my foundation was shaken. Though I hated myself for thinking it, the idea of being with Troy again made me hot, and I knew, if I was alone with him, I wouldn't be able to fully trust myself to keep my hands off him.
Maybe I was just fooling myself, but it was then that I decided I needed to go to this dinner. Not to submit to Troy's huge dick, but to prove to him that I wasn't some easy little girl who would beg for him. I wanted to show him that I wasn't corrupted, that I was stronger than that. But I also wanted to show him that I was a sexual being, and that it wasn't what we had done that I hated, but that I had done it with him. I wanted to show him that he wasn't everything he thought he was. I wanted to kill that arrogant bastard's confidence, and I knew there was only one way to do it.
I was going to bring a boyfriend.
Tim was just a regular guy. He didn't have a huge dick, or a perverted sexual drive. We had dated not long ago, but remained friends, and were thinking about starting up again anyway. Our physical relationship had been just like I preferred: tame, enjoyable, controlled. We never had oral sex. It was something that repulsed me before that time with Troy. And though I definitely craved it now, I was intent on showing Troy that it was Tim and his average-sized penis that made me that way, not him.
We got to Troy's about 1pm on the day of the dinner. When we walked in, everyone was snacking on this and that, sipping beer (thankfully not chugging it) or wine, and just having a relaxing time. I quickly noticed that Tim wasn't the only extra guest in the group. I had only been aware of my three brothers and Claire to be at the dinner, but now there was another woman, older than Claire but younger than me. She looked just like Claire, even though her hair was a different color and style. And though also tiny like Claire, this new woman had big breasts that she showed off with a revealing top. They weren't as big as mine, which are 34Ds, but they were perfectly shaped. And fake, I thought.
She introduced herself as Lana, Claire's sister. I wondered if she had fucked all of my brothers at once, too.
When I introduced Tim, I looked to Troy for his reaction of bringing a man, and I got just what I wanted. He made a sour face, tried to hide it, and then forced himself to welcome my companion.
Various mixed drinks were added to the beer and wine flow, and everyone began to loosen up even more. Nothing sexual happened, but we were all joking and laughing like a bunch of old friends, even me. I was putting on quite a show, because I knew where this party was eventually headed. Sometime after dinner there would be an orgy. I knew my brothers too well to suspect anything different. It was the orgy Troy had expected me, because of him, to become involved in. It was why he'd invited me. And I had to make believe like I was into it so I could get the chance to truly display how Tim, so quiet and collected, was the kind of man who did it for me, not some creep like my brother.
We had a surprisingly wonderful dinner, though instead of turkey, my brothers had tried a new tradition of the Thanksgiving T-bone. We sat around afterwards and drank a little more, and soon it was dark and Lana and Claire shut the shades. They were involved in a little conversation that left no questions about what the night ahead held.
"I was never really into cum much..." Claire said.
"Until Troy," Lana laughed.
"No," Claire laughed back. "Actually it was that guy before Troy. That moving guy. You remember?"
Lana nodded. "Yeah. He did taste good."
