I was a fool for taking up with Matt. He was a guy who came onto me when I was in a low period in my life. Before I knew it Matt was in my bed. I admit I enjoyed every minute of Matt fucking me. He loved to do it hard. It wasn't long before Matt stopped wearing a condom. He said not to worry. Nothing would happen. Sure enough something did happen. I became pregnant.
When I told Matt I was pregnant he said it wasn't his. I couldn't believe he was denying it.
"It belongs to another guy," he told me.
I practically screamed at him. He was the only guy I was sleeping with.
"Prove it," he said to me.
Matt ended up walking out on me. I would have to go after him if I wanted him to own up to being the father. I was so upset. I normally confided with my brother Ron. He was two years older than me and I could tell him anything. He wasn't judgemental.
I drove over to see Ron. I asked him what I should do.
"Why did you get involved with that loser?" He asked.
I was practically crying. I said I was depressed when Matt showed up in my life.
"I was stupid," I said.
Ron put an arm around my shoulders and tried to comfort me. I was still sobbing. I looked up into my brother's face and I lost control. I ended up kissing my brother hard on the lips. I think he was somewhat shocked by my move. I had my arms around Ron's neck and I didn't let go. We must have both gave in to each other. My brother took his hand and brought it up to my chest. He began to squeeze both of my tits.
I could feel myself getting damp between my legs. I hated to admit it to myself. I wanted my brother. I wanted him really bad. I broke away and stood up. I stripped out of my clothes.