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Hi everyone! I just wanted to say I’m so sorry that I’ve been quiet for so long. It’s been a whirlwind couple of months of ups and downs since my last big post (nothing as bad as in my last post though, I promise). I’ve been out of sorts since the holidays, and every time I feel a little more like myself something unexpected will affect my mood. Plus, work has kept me pretty busy lately, so I just haven’t been in the right place to engage as much on here lately as I would like to. However, I was still planning on replying to all of your comments on that last post before making my new one (yes a new post is coming, but I can’t commit to an ETA yet). Unfortunately I took too long and now replies are locked. I’m incredibly sorry to those of you I wasn’t able to answer in time. I’ll do my best to reply here in the mean time until I can get the next post out. I really have missed you all, and I know I need to respond to quite a few of you privately as well. I’ll try to stop kicking myself for taking too long to reply to comments so I can reply here!

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I’ve had a HomePod for a couple of months, and I have a particular album that I’ve purchased on iTunes that I like to play to fall asleep to. Usually I’ll just say “Hey Siri, play _____ by _____” and it starts playing. I was having an issue in the past where Siri would sometimes respond with “I couldn’t find that in your music”, but an update fixed it. I just received a HomePod mini yesterday and moved the regular HomePod to my living room to put the mini on my nightstand. Now when I try to play any of my music, Siri responds most of the time with “I couldn’t find that on Apple Music”, including the album I like to fall asleep to, on both HomePods. I don’t have an Apple Music subscription. Why suddenly is it only trying to access music through there and not my purchased content? I have Apple Music disabled on the Home App, what more can I do to regain the functionality I was previously enjoying?

And working on the next post. Unfortunately 2020 has been continuing to be 2020. We’re having to evacuate our apartment complex because, while the fires aren’t necessarily close enough, the air quality is so bad that it’s hard to breathe even indoors. After losing so much of our stuff at the beginning of the year, we’re definitely nervous about the possibility of going through it again while still rebuilding, but now there’s also the risk that our apartment may not be there when it’s safe to come back. So, I don’t know, please send good vibes or something. I hope everyone else is safe and doing well. I know I have comments to respond to on my last post, and typically that calms me when I’m feeling really anxious, so I may be getting to that over the next few days. Love you all!

I’m pretty sure this was a one shot, where this dad gets up to grab a midnight snack, and someone’s already bent over at the fridge. He assumes it’s his wife and comes up behind her only to realize way too late that it’s the daughter. I wish I could remember more, I only read it a few months ago but it doesn’t seem to be from any of my favorite authors. If anyone knows what story I’m talking about I’d really appreciate it!

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I found myself binging The Circle on Netflix and I’m currently hovering over Love is Blind. I’m really not much of a reality TV person, so before I subject myself to this, does anyone have any suggestions as far as Netflix goes? You know what, I’ll also take Disney+. I’ve seen all the main animated movies from Disney and Pixar, but I realized I haven’t actually had the chance to watch anything since Noelle over the Christmas holiday. Open to movies and shows!

This has been going on for over a year now and I’ve tried all kinds of ways of searching for answers, so hopefully someone on here understands what’s happening and how to fix it. While watching YouTube, whether through airplay from my phone, or the app on the Apple TV itself, sometimes my ATV just stops the video, goes black for a few seconds, and then restarts, back to the main menu, reconnecting to my internet and everything. I’ve only noticed it with YouTube, mostly with videos that are longer than 30 minutes. For example, if I try to watch, say, an upload of a Game Grumps stream, around 2+ hours in length, it’ll only get MAYBE 5 minutes in and then stop, and restart. If I try to play the video again, it’ll happen at the exact same point. If I try to fast forward past that moment, it’ll play for a bit and then do it again. I don’t know what’s causing it, I’ve thought maybe it could be a mid video ad trying to trigger and not being able to? But if it’s something I can fix from me end, I’d love to know what I can do, and would greatly appreciate any and all advice. Thank you! 💖

Sorry, I know I’ve been very inactive since around Christmas. 2020 has been a mixed bag so far. I’ve been really busy with work, GOOD busy though. But we had to cut our Christmas vacation a little short because we were robbed while we were visiting our parents. We’ve been dealing with that and trying to recover from it for the last few weeks. I do have an update coming, in which I’ll elaborate on that, plus other things of course. I hope this month has been better for you all. I miss you.

“EDIT: Please don’t bring up this stuff about my brother in conversations with me in non incest related subreddits. I’m not exactly open about it, so it’s kind of embarrassing and generally uncool. I’m fine talking about it here, in posts to my profile, or PMs. Thank you! [Here’s my first post, for those of you who haven’t read.](https://www.reddit.com/r/ubyoobieoobie/comments/e9kld2/the_post_that_started_it_all_part_1_i_havent_been/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) This is the most recent development since I first posted. Spoiler alert, its long, and it’s largely non sexual, for anyone hoping I somehow seduced my brother instantly or something. ——————————- About a week ago, because of the floods in the area, combined with some plumbing issues in an apartment below mine, I had to make an emergency move to a new building. It was incredibly short notice, and very stressful. The weather was terrible, I had about 5 days to get everything packed and moved, and I found out about it in the middle of a work week. Luckily my job was super understanding about it and even with the few hours I did work during the move, I was able to get it all done. For the big furniture move, my couch, bed, washer/dryer, etc, I was able to get a friend to help a little, and my brother offered to come help as well. He’s doing a year of online courses before he starts school near me in the fall, so he has a flexible schedule right now. Being the first time I’d seen him since I made my first post, and with all the ideas everyone had given me running through my head, it was hard not to think about the possibilities. I had to make myself stop because I knew there wouldn’t be enough time or energy for me to devote to him on top of the move. I did decide to doll myself up to go get him from the airport though. Thinking maybe I could catch his eye or something. I wore some of my most flattering jeans that really make my ass look even tighter, a fancy, lacy lingerie set (mostly for my own mental confidence), and a low cut blouse to show a good bit of cleavage (and at least from my angle, a bit of bra). What I didn’t expect when I went to pick him up, was that my dad was accompanying him as a surprise. Not a great surprise when I was hoping for some one on one time with my brother, but certainly a welcome additional bit of help for the move. Throughout the few days they were here, there was a lot of (likely one sided) sexual tension in me having very un-sisterly thoughts about my brother, and my dad being kind of the oblivious cock block. On Thursday and Friday we moved a lot of stuff, mostly my books, my video games and movies, my art supplies. A lot of heavy lifting up and down stairs, plus I had already been doing a lot of moving by myself on Tuesday and Wednesday. All that was left by Friday night was dismantling my furniture and packing up my kitchen. Originally my dad and my brother were going to stay at a hotel at this point, because all that was left was my bed, my couch was taken apart to move, and we stupidly moved my air mattress to the new place. So my dad offered to stay at the new place to keep my stuff safe, install my shower head, and do a few other checks for things he could fix up at the new place, and he’d sleep on the air mattress. My brother offered to stay with me and help me pack the last of my things. Soooo finally some alone time! Admittedly, even if he had shown up alone as expected, I hadn’t formulated a plan of action to try anything, so I was even less prepared now that I had been resigned to my dad being present all week. But I was pretty fatigued from the week anyway, so I put those thoughts on the back burner. While we were packing and listening to music, i started to overheat, and at this point I was so tired of the move that I didn’t care about modesty much. I let him know I was getting hot and needed to get comfortable, which mostly just meant taking off the sports bra I’d been wearing all day as it was getting really uncomfortable, especially as my breasts were pretty full at this point. I went to my bedroom and took the bra off, which felt truly amazing after the busy day, and I checked in the bathroom mirror to make sure nothing was visible through my shirt. I was wearing grey yoga pants, and a pink tank top that has Jigglypuff’s face printed on it, with the eyes over the boobs. Typical casual loungewear for me really. I came back out and got back to working on the boxes. We were talking a bit, I asked him if he’d noticed that my new apartment was bigger. I moved to a unit with an additional bedroom, and I let him know it was there for him if he decided he wanted to live with me while he goes to college. He seemed really excited by the idea, and said he’d love too, if I’m sure I’d be okay having him around. I expressed as sincerely as I could muster, that I would love to have him here, and we got quiet again. In the silence I started to become aware of two things, first: that I was becoming increasingly aware of the movement of my breasts in my top, and it was making me a little excited. Second: that out of my peripheral vision, I could swear he was stealing glances at me. At one point I definitely caught him looking at my chest and it got me INCREDIBLY excited. Enough that I felt my body flushing and started to feel overheated again. In a rather bold move, I decided to tease him by taking the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up so I could wipe my face a little. I could feel the undersides of my breasts exposed to the open air, and I’m not sure how much was visible if he’d looked, but knowing what I was doing gave me a huge thrill. Enough of a thrill that I was started to get self conscious. I knew my breasts were full and in my head I had this fantasy scenario of what would happen if I leaked in front of him and had to explain my lactation, how it could lead to fooling around and maybe sex, but in that moment I was way too nervous to go through with it. But I could feel my tits threatening to start dripping, and I could feel my panties rapidly soaking, so I finished packing up the box we were working on, and told him I would tape it up if he wanted to go ahead and shower. He left and I taped up the box and bolted to my room because I was so worked up at this point that I needed to do something about it: [This is a little different, but I wrote this on Friday night during the act, as a sort of journal thing with the intention of sharing it here. ———— As soon as you closed the bathroom door I had to lock myself in my bedroom. I know you take long showers after you’ve done a lot of manual labor or physical activity so I figured I have a good chunk of time and I thought I’d try something a bit different. For you it might come as a surprise, but I’m feeling incredibly horny right now, and the stress of the move combined with me ovulating is really getting to me, not to mention being around you and having the feelings that I do. It’s so bad that my skin feels like it’s tingling with sensitivity, I’m feeling very aware of the fabric of this top against my skin, particularly against my taut nipples, which I’m pretty sure you noticed. Even as I write this I can’t help running my hand up and down the fabric, over my breasts. I need to get out of these panties before I ruin them. God it’s so bad right now... as soon as my bottoms hit the floor I threw the top from me and I practically jumped into the bed. I can’t keep my hips still and I’m on my knees, I have my breasts against the cool sheets, I have my butt in the air just wishing you could take me right now and absolutely pound away at me, forcing me down into the mattress. I wish I could describe how tantalizingly painful this feeling is, when my body is fully aware of how empty it is and complains to me with that dull ache I’ve become so familiar with over the years. I just picture you coming into my room, fresh out of the shower, fire in your eyes, intimidating and commanding, looking at me in a very unbrotherly way. Looking at me like a man looks at a woman. Just thinking about it has me on my back, with my legs as spread as they can go. I feel like a bitch in heat right now, I can feel my heartbeat inside me, and looking down, my little clit is at attention, looking really prominent right now, more so than it usually does. I had to get up to grab a hand towel for me to sit on, and I immediately felt a surge of wetness rolling down my thighs. Even looking at my reflection in my mirror, my pale skin is so pink and flushed right now. I got myself back down on the bed and spent a few seconds cupping my breasts, squeezing them, as if offering them to your thirsty lips. Hoping you would want what I have to offer. Craving the feel, the pull of you suckling from me, the rush of you drawing my precious milk from my body. That special gift I’ve never shared with anyone, because maybe I’ve been saving it for you, maybe you’re the one who deserves it, so I let my guard down and stop being so protective of it. Fucking hell! My hips keep rocking forward, the aching in my core makes it so hard to keep them still- I imagine you standing over me, you’ve pushed me back onto the bed without saying a word-there’s nothing to be said. We both know this is wrong, but you know I want it, and I know you have it, and I’m hoping you want this too. I bite my lip, I look at you, pleading, whimpering with need. My will is a mess, twisted and knotted, warped and bent completely to yours in absolute submission, I’m so overwhelmed with need I can’t act otherwise. You hold yourself over me, arms on either side of my neck, and I reach my hands up to grip your arms and nod to you that I’m ready, to please!! ...just do it. But you’re in the shower, you’re just down the hall, I can hear you. If only you knew that I was here waiting for you, my hips shaking and frustrated. My needs are so simplistic and instinctual right now, why can’t we meet them? I had to stop writing this for a second to touch myself a little. Teasing my clit with the tip of my middle finger, rubbing it in circles, causing me to gasp in such intense pleasure it was almost painful. I dipped my finger tips in the little pot of honey gathering at my entrance before returning attention to my clit. I teased it until it became too sensitive and I had to use the heel of my palm to press against my mound, the pressure now preferable at that point to direct contact. I did it for about 30 seconds or so, before I couldn’t stand it and had to tease my opening again, just imagining it was literally any part of you. Teasing up and down the length of my slit, making my hips shiver and quake with need. I push gently, letting my finger tips spread my inner lips slightly, it was only supposed to be a tease but I pushed just far enough inside that I couldn’t stop and I kept going. I slowly sink my middle and ring fingers inside myself as far as I can, arching my back into it and rolling my head back, holding myself up by my butt and the back of my head as I moan softly. I held myself this way trying to force my fingers deeper inside, but as it sinks in how futile that effort is I relax and let my body rest against the mattress again. With my fingers still inside I started to pump them into myself, acutely aware of how quiet my apartment is as I realize you’ve shut off the water, how pronounced the sound of my honey slicked pussy being disturbed was in that moment, as I slowly, deliberately fuck myself. Before long I noted my breathing, ragged and excited as it accompanies the piece I was composing. I pretty much grabbed my pubic bone, using my entrenched fingers and the heel of my palm to grab myself and squeeze, crushing my poor little clit and forcing my fingers against the wall of my tight canal. I used my other hand to tug at my nipple and felt my body clench until a massive wave of pleasure overtook me. My cunt clamped onto my fingers, at least three times tighter than normal, and a bead of milk emerged from the nipple I was handling as I felt my abs clench, my eyes screw shut, and my insides flare as a fresh wave of wetness gushes forth from deep inside of me. After a few seconds I realized I was holding my breath and finally exhaled a shaky sigh of satisfaction. I collected the drop of milk with my finger tip and brought it to my lips to clean it, hardly enough to get a taste. But then I drew my fingers from myself and sucked them clean, kind of sweet, a little tart, like nothing I can compare it to or describe, but addicting nonetheless. I picked my phone back up to try and communicate this while it’s fresh in my mind, delicately trying not to touch my screen too much with my left hand, all while I hear you in the bathroom, rummaging around in your overnight bag. But I’m still aching, my fingers aren’t cutting it, and even if you’re not aware of what I’m doing on the other side of my bedroom door, I think we both know what I need. We both know I need something more substantial, opening me up, spreading me, filling me, in a way only a man can do for a woman like me who is beside herself with lust. I can hear you in the living room, watching Kimmy Schmidt... and I DO have my one dildo still accessible. If I close my eyes, if I pretend, maybe that will be enough. Fuck, my hands are shaking. I stood up to fish it out of my bag, attempting to cup my mound to prevent from dripping onto the floor. Jesus, I’m completely soaked down there, so slick, so smooth, my freshly waxed pussy aching with need, with no one to appreciate it. God! I just made myself whimper again. I have the dildo in hand and just from covering my pussy, my left hand collected enough of my nectar for me to grip the length of the vibe, pumping it as if it were you, getting it nice and lubricated, a decidedly unnecessary precaution at this point. I laid myself down on the bed and spread myself again. I could feel my eyes, heavy lidded, tired from the move, tired from stressing, but mostly... just tired from waiting for something more. I brought the toy to my lips, pretending-wishing it was you. You wanting to give me a taste, wanting me to worship your forbidden cock with my forbidden tongue. I took the tip of the toy into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, lubing it up a little more, tasting myself on its surface. I pulled it from my mouth, making a short little *pop* which made me freeze, worried I’d made too much noise, but I doubt you’d have heard that over how loud you have the tv, thank god. I drag the tip down my body, between my aching breasts, down across my stomach, in the light I can see the thin trail of wetness, my saliva and my juices being left behind by this phallic crayon I drew across my skin. I shoved it against my clit, imagining it was you, thrusting forward slightly before letting the underside of your shaft drag against my sensitive pearl before you pull back, lining yourself up against my pounding entrance. My opening barely kissing your tip. I hold my breath and feel you slowly, with excruciating self control, push your thickness inside me. After an inch or two I finally let the breath free, sighing heavily, in the form of a long and drawn out “Ffffuuuucccckkkk yessssssss”, that turns into a hiss at the end as your length touches me past where my fingers can reach. After what feels like minutes, you’re all the way in.... and you hold there, letting me acclimate.... I feel my walls twitching and shifting around you, gripping you tight, never wanting to let go as they memorize and imprint your shape. Once I know I’m ready, I barely whisper, “fuck me... please” and feel you pull back, I moan in displeasure at the mere concept of you leaving my body as you draw back until only the very very tip is in me. And then you plunge back in, forcefully, impaling me, delicious pleasure and pain. I yelp slightly before clapping a hand over my mouth, knowing the real you is on the other side of the door, and you pull back again and start to fuck me at a steady pace. Unfortunately I can’t do it as deep or as hard as I need, but it’ll have to do for now. I imagine grabbing onto your arms, at your shoulders, for security as you pound away at my aching cunt. Before long I felt the pressure building, and wrap my legs around your hips, drawing you into me, my eyes clenched shut. “I’m gonna cum...” I breath out into the empty room, but you hear and you keep up the pace until I can’t and have to hold the toy deep inside myself as I cum around your thick cock. My walls pulsing, gripping you like a velvet vice, pulling you into me, trying to draw your seed from you, instinct at work. My breathing is heavy and ragged, I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly as I imagine you seizing in me, your cock getting hotter and hotter within, twitching until finally I feel you burst inside me, boiling cum shooting against my cervix, filling me. The imagined sensation causes a second orgasm to hit me before the first one has even finished. And I clamp my legs together, trapping the toy and my hand between them. I grab at my tits and squeeze them desperately as I bite my lower lip hard and roll onto my side, riding out the waves of pleasure, my body tense and shaking. After a while I finally feel able to ease and relax. I lay back flat, the toy still held inside me, hands free. I can see stars in my eyes as I finally open them and let them adjust to the light my room again. I cup my breasts with both hands, for comfort, and let my breathing return to normal. I finally extract the vibe from inside me, glistening, shiny and slick. Without realizing I’m doing it, I lick it clean a little bit. After a little while I force myself to stand, my legs unsteady, and move to the sink to wash my hands and clean the toy. I look in the mirror and see me looking incredibly tired. Bruises on my arms from the heavy boxes I’ve moved, all over my legs. My makeup smudged a little from wiping the sweat from my face, my hair... my ponytail loosened and disheveled, and a thin sheen of sweat on my face and chest. I can’t help smiling softly before drying my hands and picking my phone back up. The ache is still here, but I definitely needed that. I know I’m taking too long but I want to rinse off a little and freshen up to spend a little more time with you. I know I’m sort of writing this to you, but I highly doubt you’ll ever read it. At least I know some people who might enjoy it though.] When I was done I took a quick shower and changed into pajamas, a looser white tank top and red booty shorts. By the time I came out into the living room, he was sitting on the floor watching Netflix. I sat next to him, with my legs straight out and crossed over each other, and leaned back with my arms holding me up. I kept seeing him looking at me, and I tried my best to subtly look at him, I just needed to see if he was getting hard or not, and I swear I could see it, a thick length along his right pant leg, about two thirds of the way to his knee. I swear I saw it throb a few times, which made my pussy practically gush with need. I forced conversation to keep my thoughts relatively clean. We talked more about him moving in with me, which he said he wants to do, and we called it a night. He slept on my couch cushions in a makeshift bed, and I slept in my room at his insistence. We didn’t end up getting more alone time, but we talked to our dad a bit more about the plan for him to move in with me, and it looks like it’s going to happen! He’s going to move in around spring break, and stay with me at least until school starts to see how we manage. So... while not a lot happened, this could potentially open the door for things once he’s living with me!”

“Hi everyone, I’ve been lurking on here for about a year, and I can’t believe I’m actually about to post this. My heart is racing, and my mouth is dry, and other parts of me are decidedly not so dry. So, I’ve (F25) always been close with my little brother (19). Not as close as some of you might be hoping, but we spent a lot of time together while growing up before I left for college and my career. And even now we text all the time and send each other dumb pics and video game screenshots, talk about movies or whatever. I’ve always been there for him with advice about girls and preparing for college and in general stuff that he wasn’t comfortable talking to our parents about. He still lives with our parents, pretty far away, but occasionally comes to visit. But I think all of this started during one of my visits home, about a year and a half ago. It was during the summer, a big project at my job had just finished and my parents decided to go on this big vacation for the summer by themselves. They sort of asked if I’d be willing to come stay with my brother so he wouldn’t be alone for the month, but I’m assuming also to kind of keep an eye on him. I had intended to come home for a few weeks anyway, to visit my girl friends and catch up with people so I agreed. A week or so in, one of my besties texted to ask if I wanted to come swim in her pool, and we made plans for a few hours later. My brother is friends with her brother as well and I asked if he was interested, apparently the boys had already made their own plans to swim anyway. One thing I’d forgotten though is that before leaving home, I had been pretty modest, I used to wear one piece bathing suits. My breasts are on the large side so I’d always been self conscious about my suits falling off or not covering enough. However, I had just recently gotten over that, and had bought my first bikini. I’d worn it a few times before around my friends where I was living, but never in front of my old friends, never in front of her brother who used to constantly ask my friend to ask me out for him, and never in front of my own brother. I mean, it wasn’t a big deal, I’m generally happy with my body, even the parts that guys don’t seem to like, so I figured it would be okay, and it ended up being fine. My friend’s brother kept stealing glances at my cleavage, and even my friend made an aside comment to me saying that I should wear stuff like that more (especially to try and get a tan because I’m extremely pale, unfortunately the rest of my family tans super easily). I’m sorry, this is kind of rambly, I’m nervous as hell sharing this, hopefully it doesn’t show too much outside of me calling attention to it like that. Anyway, we swam around for a bit, my friend and I started trying to have a conversation to catch up and the boys started passing a ball back and forth. After I’d been hit in the face a few times from poorly aimed passes, we moved to the hot tub so we could sit and have a more private chat. She had her back to the main pool, but I was facing it. For the most part we were able to ignore the boys outside of the occasional splashes. At one point though, my brother gets a phone call from another of his friends, and he gets up out of the pool to go answer it. While this is happening, my friend is talking about, who the fuck even knows at this point because I barely remember the details about the rest of the day, I was distracted. When my brother got out of the pool, his swim trunks were clinging to him and leaving very little to the imagination. I... I don’t think he was hard, maybe half mast? But what I could see was more than enough, I feel like my eyes must have bulged out of their sockets but my friend kept talking and I kept muttering in agreement “uh huh, that’s whatever you’re talking about there for ya”. Because I was definitely staring as he walked across the patio, realizing that we both apparently ended up well endowed. Now, before this happened... I’d NEVER thought about him, not in this sense, never once about his cock, or his sex life. Before this I’d have balked, and put my fingers in my ears to stop from even hearing about it. But something changed in that moment because I felt warm and my heart was racing the way it is now talking about it. I couldn’t get the image out of my head, and what’s worse, I wanted to see more. I wanted to see it, I wanted to see it completely bare, and fully hard, and I hated that I didn’t completely hate myself for thinking that way. I felt weird and unsettled about it, and I did try a lot to get the image out of my head... but I became so curious, and the idea literally haunted me, and has ever since. I locked myself in my room when we got home, I bit my arm to keep my cries muffled as I took the edge off and fucked myself until my arm gave out. I don’t even 100% remember what I was thinking about then, there may have been flashes of him, I don’t know, I was just so horny that I didn’t even need the mental stimulation. I’m pretty sure I gave him a bit of the cold shoulder for at least a few days afterward. I could barely look at him. I was afraid he’d be able to figure me out or something. But I knew I couldn’t keep doing that to him because of my own fucked up thoughts, so I brought myself to continue acting normal and treating him as if nothing had changed. A few days later though, he went to the movies with his friends. I bummed around the house for a bit, played some video games, and then decided to take a shower. I started to touch myself a little, I really hadn’t had the house to myself the whole time so far, and I think I was trying to decide how far to take things with myself. I just played with my boobs for a little until I heard the garage door open and close, he’d already come back home. So I ignored my arousal and finished my shower. When I finished, after drying off, I wrapped a towel around myself and started to open the door to head to my bedroom and get dressed. But then I had a weird urge, I decided to hang the towel up, and just rush to my bedroom, the idea of the thrill that he was home was exciting to me. I figured he was probably in his bedroom anyway so I went for it. When I left, I saw his door at the end of the hall, closed, and figured he was already playing some Overwatch or something. So I sighed and padded over toward my door. But suddenly he entered the hallway from our living room, and almost bumped into me. I was genuinely startled, but immediately excited, I made a half assed attempt to cover what I could with my arms, and he started to apologize profusely, backing into his room and trying not to look at me. It felt like a minute long encounter but probably took like 5 seconds before we were both in our own rooms. I just remember looking down at that point and seeing my nipples achingly hard and my chest all flushed from adrenaline and excitement all in one. I was horny as hell but too anxious about the whole thing to take care of myself so I got dressed and went to the living room to play something. He took forever to come out of his room, and when he finally did he apologized again, I just said that it was okay, and told him I didn’t know he’d already come back. He wouldn’t look me in the eye at all for the rest of the night, but he slowly seemed to relax, and we were fine by the next day or so. I wish I could say more has happened since then. I came back home and tried to get over the whole thing, but I haven’t been able to. It’s only gotten more and more intense to the point I’ve had fantasies about him, stuff I don’t even think I can share here tbh. A few months after I came home I found this subreddit, and I started watching more of the faux-incesty porn, and reading more of that on literotica. Shout out to [this story in particular](https://www.literotica.com/s/your-brother-has-to-cum) for making me cum a ton of times and even getting me to squirt on multiple occasions. The point is... I’m literally haunted by my brother and his, apparently, huge cock, likely bigger than anything I’ve ever had. And I don’t know what to do with these feelings and fantasies and... and urges at this point. I glossed over the moments when I initially felt genuinely disgusted with myself, crying, or panicking alone in my apartment, wondering if something is wrong with me. I don’t even know why I’m making this post, I guess I just needed to get it all off of my chest and this seemed like the most accepting place to do it. So uh, thank you for your time. I’ll respond to comments as much as I can, and pms, but I’m not going to post pics or do anything to identify myself or risk identifying myself, I’m sure you all understand.”

Hello! So many of you kept suggesting I make my own subreddit, so here it is! I don’t know what I’ll be doing here yet, so I guess watch this space just in case?

Yes, I have another in the works. Yes, I’m okay! I’m very sorry for the wait, but work has been a lot and when I’m not working I just have other obligations to get to first. Not to mention other things I want to do in my free time, as well as spending time with my brother and my friends. It’s been a busy couple of weeks, and it’s going to get even more busy pretty much all the way up to New Years. I do intend to get the next update out before the end of the month but it likely won’t be this week or next week unless I find some serious free time/energy to clean up my notes. So... if any of you are observing No Nut November, be warned. I know a lot of you are getting impatient waiting for more, and I’m sorry to disappoint. Love you all though!

I’m sorry for the confusion but part 13 was NOT intended to be the last update. I’m currently working on the next post and I’m HOPING to have it out this weekend. Please understand that I have a full time+ job, and my side gig is back up and running. Not to mention that I have other social obligations and time I want to actually spend with my brother. I appreciate those of you who have been patient with me! And I really appreciate those who have sent me gift cards and stuff as encouragement, it helps! I’m sorry for the wait, but it’s almost over. Thank you!

I had added it to my birthday post after the fact and realize some of you missed it, but for those of you who have been expressing interest in showing your appreciation BEYOND the comments, I set up an email for Amazon and iTunes gift cards (I only have US accounts). It’s rubyoobieoobie@gmail.com. In no way do I want anyone to feel obligated to send me anything, I don’t want this to come across like I’m taking advantage of anyone, so this is just for those of you who had been asking and are feeling generous. To those who have already sent things, I love you, and I appreciate you! I actually just ordered a book about writing because I’m really starting to become interested in exploring writing fictional erotica. So hopefully your investment will prove worth it in time! But mostly, thank you to everyone who reads my posts, those of you who comment regularly, I can’t express how much I’ve enjoyed the interactions with you all. 😘😘😘

I’m going to try to get it out this weekend, I haven’t had a chance to even open it to start cleaning it up. It’s been a very busy week at work since I posted the last one, and also it’s my birthday! Thank you all for being patient, hopefully the next post is worth the wait for you all. I still have so many comments to read and respond to on the last update too, I haven’t forgotten!

Hi everyone! 💜 I’m sorry I’ve been MIA this month. I had to delete the app off of my phone to keep me from getting distracted this month because I’ve been very busy at work. Things should be evening out now though especially after the next week or so. I DO have some fun updates involving my roommate situation though! I’ve been keeping a mini journal about it so I wouldn’t forget anything, and I’ll be posting it to the usual subreddit soon, once I format and edit it to make sure it’s all understandable. And to those of you who have been waiting on messages from me, I’m so sorry about the wait! I’ll get back with as many of you as I can, as soon as I can!

Sorry, none of my friends and coworkers have gone to see it yet and I just needed to let it out a tiny bit!

Okay, I guess I need to explain the lactation since I forgot to do it in my earlier posts in this subreddit and have been getting a lot of questions about it. For a lot of my existing followers on here this will be old news, so you guys can disregard this post or whatever. Basically, my breasts have always been incredibly sensitive. Sensitive enough that I can cum incredibly easily from almost any stimulation to them. I discovered the sensitivity late in middle school, but it wasn’t until high school when my ex first made me cum by sucking on my nipples that I realized how much I could get off from it and figured out just how easily I could do it. When I started college, I moved into my own apartment. The privacy, living on the opposite side of the country from my parents and my sometimes clingy brother, the lack of a roommate, my symptoms of hypersexuality and abnormally high libido, my coming off of a bad break up, combined with the free time I had around classes, meant I had a lot of time to play with myself, and I took full advantage of it. I almost always have my hands on my tits, playing with them, teasing my nipples. I masturbated a lot, while squeezing and kneading them, sucking them, etc. After a few months of this, they started to ache and swell. I went from the D cups I’d had throughout high school to the F cups I have now. A huge inconvenience at the time because of how expensive good F cup bras are for a college girl (not to mention boring). And even more concerning, I started to wake up to wet spots where my nipples had touched. I made an appointment at the hospital, and experienced a very embarrassing visit where I learned that I had induced lactation through excessive stimulation. I had no idea that was possible at the time, I legitimately thought I’d somehow gotten pregnant, in my panic I thought maybe someone had drugged and raped me in my apartment and impregnated me. Apparently dedicated and regular stimulation can convince the body that you’re trying to feed, and encourage milk production. The more sensitive your breasts and nipples are, the easier and faster it is to induce. My doctor checked my breasts, ran some tests, and told me it was completely healthy, that I could keep it going if I wanted but if I wanted it to stop I’d have to tell my “partner to ease off” of my breasts during sex. Basically I’d have to stop playing with myself if I wanted to stop lactating. At first I thought I wanted to stop, but I realized it wasn’t a huge inconvenience, I liked the way it made my breasts look, fuller, perkier (not that they weren’t already full and perky), my areolae went from ghost nipples that blended in with my skin, to more of the light pink you’d expect on a pale white girl. And good luck getting me to stop playing with myself with my sexual appetite. So needless to say I never stopped, it’s been almost three years I believe at this point, milking every night before bed. I’ve found that in person, guys are quick to express distaste for breast milk, I’ve been turned down a lot and made to be pretty self conscious about it. I’ve been single and abstinent pretty much the entire time I’ve been lactating. Never had someone feed from me, despite my intense desires to do so. And lactating for this long without feeding someone has also made my hormones go a little nuts, making me want to be pregnant and such. It’s a dangerous combination with how horny I get. So there. That’s why I’m lactating. I’ll treat this like an AMA too if any of you have additional questions about my experiences with it.

I’ve been insatiably horny tonight, and unable to sleep so I started thinking, fantasizing about what it could be like to be with you... I wonder how it would feel the first time you slide your hand up my skirt, toward the pulsing heat between my legs until you feel how soaked my panties are. When you pull them aside and feel the delicate, sensitive folds of me against your fingertips how you might memorize the silky texture, mapping my most intimate parts, committing the topography of my body to your memory, in case you never get to touch me again. When you sink your fingers into me, when you feel how tight I am, how smooth and slick my canal is, the intense heat feeling simultaneously dangerous to the touch and warm, welcoming, accommodating to your invasion. When you feel me grab your shoulders and gently rest my head in your neck while my body surrenders completely at your mercy. I try to imagine what thoughts would run through your head when you bring me to my peak and feel my walls convulse and squeeze your fingers mercilessly, when you feel your cock jump as you imagine what it would feel like in place of them, buried deep inside of my molten silk, all the way to the hilt. I imagine you sucking your fingers clean and taking it all in; my scent, my taste, and understanding the weight of me giving myself to you in this way, allowing you access to my body. I wonder if you’d even bother waiting for me to allow you access... I wonder if when you’re reaching under my top, into the cups of my bra, and groping my achingly full breasts for the first time, if they’ll feel how you’ve imagined; warm, soft, but firm and yielding to your touch— yielding like the rest of my body, yielding to you like my inhibitions and my will have. The spongy softness of my swollen mammary tissue tempting you to squeeze for all I’m worth, regardless of the fact that doing so will surely cause me to leak my precious milk. I wonder how the hard little nubs of my nipples will feel against your palms, between your finger tips, and between your lips. I wonder how your tongue will feel, teasing them and coaxing the sweet milk from me should you decide to drink from me. I wonder what I’ll sound like to you, when my eyes are shut and I’m completely lost to the sensations of your touch, the world faded away around me—distant, my surroundings gone, lost in the fog, and my thoughts completely tethered to my senses. When I sing for you in a way you’ve never heard, intimate and vulnerable, if it’ll be as affecting to you; my breathy sighs, my feminine whines, my desperate whimpers and coos, my barely whispered, half-uttered, needful words of encouragement, expressions of want, and sharp exclamations of pleasure under your ministrations, I wonder if I’ll sound as beautiful to you then as I do when I sing for an audience. And when I stand up, when I slide my panties down my thighs, bending over for you, as you see my heart-shaped box for the first time, reddened, like a ripe little peach, my lips pouting slightly, engorged from what your fingers did to me moments before, my soft petals parting just enough to give you a peek at my bright pink of my long-neglected depths, my glistening nectar glazing the tingling skin, coating my creamy thighs, and dripping to the floor as my superheated core throbs with need for you. When you see me like that, in that state... I wonder what you’ll be thinking?I wonder how long you can last before you just have to see how much tighter, how much better my warm body feels coiled around your thick cock in comparison to the way it gripped your curious, exploring fingers. I wonder...

This is a little different, but I wrote this on Friday night during the act, as a sort of journal thing with the intention of sharing it here. ———— As soon as you closed the bathroom door I had to lock myself in my bedroom. I know you take long showers after you’ve done a lot of manual labor or physical activity so I figured I have a good chunk of time and I thought I’d try something a bit different. For you it might come as a surprise, but I’m feeling incredibly horny right now, and the stress of the move combined with me ovulating is really getting to me, not to mention being around you and having the feelings that I do. It’s so bad that my skin feels like it’s tingling with sensitivity, I’m feeling very aware of the fabric of this top against my skin, particularly against my taut nipples, which I’m pretty sure you noticed. Even as I write this I can’t help running my hand up and down the fabric, over my breasts. I need to get out of these panties before I ruin them. God it’s so bad right now... as soon as my bottoms hit the floor I threw the top from me and I practically jumped into the bed. I can’t keep my hips still and I’m on my knees, I have my breasts against the cool sheets, I have my butt in the air just wishing you could take me right now and absolutely pound away at me, forcing me down into the mattress. I wish I could describe how tantalizingly painful this feeling is, when my body is fully aware of how empty it is and complains to me with that dull ache I’ve become so familiar with over the years. I just picture you coming into my room, fresh out of the shower, fire in your eyes, intimidating and commanding, looking at me in a very unbrotherly way. Looking at me like a man looks at a woman. Just thinking about it has me on my back, with my legs as spread as they can go. I feel like a bitch in heat right now, I can feel my heartbeat inside me, and looking down, my little clit is at attention, looking really prominent right now, more so than it usually does. I had to get up to grab a hand towel for me to sit on, and I immediately felt a surge of wetness rolling down my thighs. Even looking at my reflection in my mirror, my pale skin is so pink and flushed right now. I got myself back down on the bed and spent a few seconds cupping my breasts, squeezing them, as if offering them to your thirsty lips. Hoping you would want what I have to offer. Craving the feel, the pull of you suckling from me, the rush of you drawing my precious milk from my body. That special gift I’ve never shared with anyone, because maybe I’ve been saving it for you, maybe you’re the one who deserves it, so I let my guard down and stop being so protective of it. Fucking hell! My hips keep rocking forward, the aching in my core makes it so hard to keep them still- I imagine you standing over me, you’ve pushed me back onto the bed without saying a word-there’s nothing to be said. We both know this is wrong, but you know I want it, and I know you have it, and I’m hoping you want this too. I bite my lip, I look at you, pleading, whimpering with need. My will is a mess, twisted and knotted, warped and bent completely to yours in absolute submission, I’m so overwhelmed with need I can’t act otherwise. You hold yourself over me, arms on either side of my neck, and I reach my hands up to grip your arms and nod to you that I’m ready, to please!! ...just do it. But you’re in the shower, you’re just down the hall, I can hear you. If only you knew that I was here waiting for you, my hips shaking and frustrated. My needs are so simplistic and instinctual right now, why can’t we meet them? I had to stop writing this for a second to touch myself a little. Teasing my clit with the tip of my middle finger, rubbing it in circles, causing me to gasp in such intense pleasure it was almost painful. I dipped my finger tips in the little pot of honey gathering at my entrance before returning attention to my clit. I teased it until it became too sensitive and I had to use the heel of my palm to press against my mound, the pressure now preferable at that point to direct contact. I did it for about 30 seconds or so, before I couldn’t stand it and had to tease my opening again, just imagining it was literally any part of you. Teasing up and down the length of my slit, making my hips shiver and quake with need. I push gently, letting my finger tips spread my inner lips slightly, it was only supposed to be a tease but I pushed just far enough inside that I couldn’t stop and I kept going. I slowly sink my middle and ring fingers inside myself as far as I can, arching my back into it and rolling my head back, holding myself up by my butt and the back of my head as I moan softly. I held myself this way trying to force my fingers deeper inside, but as it sinks in how futile that effort is I relax and let my body rest against the mattress again. With my fingers still inside I started to pump them into myself, acutely aware of how quiet my apartment is as I realize you’ve shut off the water, how pronounced the sound of my honey slicked pussy being disturbed was in that moment, as I slowly, deliberately fuck myself. Before long I noted my breathing, ragged and excited as it accompanies the piece I was composing. I pretty much grabbed my pubic bone, using my entrenched fingers and the heel of my palm to grab myself and squeeze, crushing my poor little clit and forcing my fingers against the wall of my tight canal. I used my other hand to tug at the nipple of my breast and felt my body clench until a massive wave of pleasure overtook me. My cunt clamped onto my fingers, at least three times tighter than normal, and a bead of milk emerged from the nipple I was handling as I felt my abs clench, my eyes screw shut, and my insides flare as a fresh wave of wetness gushes forth from deep inside of me. After a few seconds I realized I was holding my breath and finally exhaled a shaky sigh of satisfaction. I collected the drop of milk with my finger tip and brought it to my lips to clean it, hardly enough to get a taste. But then I drew my fingers from myself and sucked them clean, kind of sweet, a little tart, like nothing I can compare it to or describe, but addicting nonetheless. I picked my phone back up to try and communicate this while it’s fresh in my mind, delicately trying not to touch my screen too much with my left hand, all while I hear you in the bathroom, rummaging around in your overnight bag. But I’m still aching, my fingers aren’t cutting it, and even if you’re not aware of what I’m doing on the other side of my bedroom door, I think we both know what I need. We both know I need something more substantial, opening me up, spreading me, filling me, in a way only a man can do for a woman like me who is beside herself with lust. I can hear you in the living room, watching Kimmy Schmidt... and I DO have my one dildo still accessibly. If I close my eyes, if I pretend, maybe that will be enough. Fuck, my hands are shaking. I stood up to fish it out of my bag, attempting to cup my mound to prevent from dripping onto the floor. Jesus, I’m completely soaked down there, so slick, so smooth, my freshly waxed pussy aching with need, with no one to appreciate it. God! I just made myself whimper again. I have the dildo in hand and just from covering my pussy, my left hand collected enough of my nectar for me to grip the length of the vibe, pumping it as if it were you, getting it nice and lubricated, a decidedly unnecessary precaution at this point. I laid myself down on the bed and spread myself again. I could feel my eyes, heavy lidded, tired from the move, tired from stressing, but mostly... just tired from waiting for something more. I brought the toy to my lips, pretending-wishing it was you. You wanting to give me a taste, wanting me to worship your forbidden cock with my forbidden tongue. I took the tip of the toy into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, lubing it up a little more, tasting myself on its surface. I pulled it from my mouth, making a short little *pop* which made me freeze, worried I’d made too much noise, but I doubt you’d have heard that over how loud you have the tv, thank god. I drag the tip down my body, between my aching breasts, down across my stomach, in the light I can see the thin trail of wetness, my saliva and my juices being left behind by this phallic crayon I drew across my skin. I shoved it against my clit, imagining it was you, thrusting forward slightly before letting the underside of your shaft drag against my sensitive pearl before you pull back, lining yourself up against my pounding entrance. My opening barely kissing your tip. I hold my breath and feel you slowly, with excruciating self control, push your thickness inside me. After an inch or two I finally let the breath free, sighing heavily, in the form of a long and drawn out “Ffffuuuucccckkkk yessssssss”, that turns into a hiss at the end as your length touches me past where my fingers can reach. After what feels like minutes, you’re all the way in.... and you hold there, letting me acclimate.... I feel my walls twitching and shifting around you, gripping you tight, never wanting to let go as they memorize and imprint your shape. Once I know I’m ready, I barely whisper, “fuck me... please” and feel you pull back, I moan in displeasure at the mere concept of you leaving my body as you draw back until only the very very tip is in me. And then you plunge back in, forcefully, impaling me, delicious pleasure and pain. I yelp slightly before clapping a hand over my mouth, knowing the real you is on the other side of the door, and you pull back again and start to fuck me at a steady pace. Unfortunately I can’t do it as deep or as hard as I need, but it’ll have to do for now. I imagine grabbing onto your arms, at your shoulders, for security as you pound away at my aching cunt. Before long I felt the pressure building, and wrap my legs around your hips, drawing you into me, my eyes clenched shut. “I’m gonna cum...” I breath out into the empty room, but you hear and you keep up the pace until I can’t and have to hold the vibe deep inside myself as I cum around your thick cock. My walls pulsing, gripping you like a velvet vice, pulling you into me, trying to draw your seed from you, instinct at work. My breathing is heavy and ragged, I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly as I imagine you seizing in me, your cock getting hotter and hotter within, twitching until finally I feel you burst inside me, boiling cum shooting against my cervix, filling me. The imagined sensation causes a second orgasm to hit me before the first one has even finished. And I clamp my legs together, trapping the toy and my hand between them. I grab at my tits and squeeze them desperately as I bite my lower lip hard and roll onto my side, riding out the waves of pleasure, my body tense and shaking. After a while I finally feel able to ease and relax. I lay back flat, the toy still held inside me, hands free. I can see stars in my eyes as I finally open them and let them adjust to the light my room again. I cup my breasts with both hands, for comfort, and let my breathing return to normal. I finally extract the vibe from inside me, glistening, shiny and slick. Without realizing I’m doing it, I lick it clean a little bit. After a little while I force myself to stand, my legs unsteady, and move to the sink to wash my hands and clean the toy. I look in the mirror and see me looking incredibly tired. Bruises on my arms from the heavy boxes I’ve moved, all over my legs. My makeup smudged a little from wiping the sweat from my face, my hair... my ponytail loosened and disheveled, and a thin sheen of sweat on my face and chest. I can’t help smiling softly before drying my hands and picking my phone back up. The ache is still here, but I definitely needed that. I know I’m taking too long but I want to rinse off a little and freshen up to spend a little more time with you. I know I’m sort of writing this to you, but I highly doubt you’ll ever read it. At least I know some people who might enjoy it though.

I still have to set my furniture up and unpack again and everything, but I’m all moved. Unfortunately I’m super exhausted, bruised and sore all over. I’m also super overdue for milking. I’ll need a bit of time to decompress before my activity on here is back to normal. I literally don’t even have the energy to masturbate which is a huge problem because my body has no problems getting excited still. Also I just really want to finally play Kingdom Hearts III.

So someone’s apartment in my building flooded, and I’m spending the next few days packing up and moving all of my stuff to a new building. I’m okay, and my stuff is all okay too, but I’m going to be somewhat scarce on here, especially responding to PMs, I just wanted to give a heads up to anyone waiting on a reply from me. I might send off one or two, or leave the occasional comment when I have the downtime, but I have like 4 days to move essentially by myself so I’m already exhausted.

I just looked at my profile, for once, and I noticed I have 250 followers. Wow! I don’t really know what that means on here, or what all that shows you guys, but I just figured out how to post on my own profile and figured I’d give this a shot. So tell me what made you follow me, and ask any questions you want to ask me here, that way I don’t get the same questions over and over in my PMs. Speaking of which, if you’ve sent me a PM or message request over the past few weeks and I haven’t responded, I’m very sorry! I still intend to get to most of them, but it’s slow going because my inbox got flooded pretty quickly and I’m pretty busy offline. I might use posts like this to give smaller updates on my situation with my brother, because I don’t know what’s worth posting in that subreddit and what isn’t. Thanks for all the love you guys! 😘

Hi everyone, I’ve been lurking on here for about a year, and I can’t believe I’m actually about to post this. My heart is racing, and my mouth is dry, and other parts of me are decidedly not so dry. So, I’ve (F25) always been close with my little brother (19). Not as close as some of you might be hoping, but we spent a lot of time together while growing up before I left for college and my career. And even now we text all the time and send each other dumb pics and video game screenshots, talk about movies or whatever. I’ve always been there for him with advice about girls and preparing for college and in general stuff that he wasn’t comfortable talking to our parents about. He still lives with our parents, pretty far away, but occasionally comes to visit. But I think all of this started during one of my visits home, about a year and a half ago. It was during the summer, a big project at my job had just finished and my parents decided to go on this big vacation for the summer by themselves. They sort of asked if I’d be willing to come stay with my brother so he wouldn’t be alone for the month, but I’m assuming also to kind of keep an eye on him. I had intended to come home for a few weeks anyway, to visit my girl friends and catch up with people so I agreed. A week or so in, one of my besties texted to ask if I wanted to come swim in her pool, and we made plans for a few hours later. My brother is friends with her brother as well and I asked if he was interested, apparently the boys had already made their own plans to swim anyway. One thing I’d forgotten though is that before leaving home, I had been pretty modest, I used to wear one piece bathing suits. My breasts are on the large side so I’d always been self conscious about my suits falling off or not covering enough. However, I had just recently gotten over that, and had bought my first bikini. I’d worn it a few times before around my friends where I was living, but never in front of my old friends, never in front of her brother who used to constantly ask my friend to ask me out for him, and never in front of my own brother. I mean, it wasn’t a big deal, I’m generally happy with my body, even the parts that guys don’t seem to like, so I figured it would be okay, and it ended up being fine. My friend’s brother kept stealing glances at my cleavage, and even my friend made an aside comment to me saying that I should wear stuff like that more (especially to try and get a tan because I’m extremely pale, unfortunately the rest of my family tans super easily). I’m sorry, this is kind of rambly, I’m nervous as hell sharing this, hopefully it doesn’t show too much outside of me calling attention to it like that. Anyway, we swam around for a bit, my friend and I started trying to have a conversation to catch up and the boys started passing a ball back and forth. After I’d been hit in the face a few times from poorly aimed passes, we moved to the hot tub so we could sit and have a more private chat. She had her back to the main pool, but I was facing it. For the most part we were able to ignore the boys outside of the occasional splashes. At one point though, my brother gets a phone call from another of his friends, and he gets up out of the pool to go answer it. While this is happening, my friend is talking about, who the fuck even knows at this point because I barely remember the details about the rest of the day, I was distracted. When my brother got out of the pool, his swim trunks were clinging to him and leaving very little to the imagination. I... I don’t think he was hard, maybe half mast? But what I could see was more than enough, I feel like my eyes must have bulged out of their sockets but my friend kept talking and I kept muttering in agreement “uh huh, that’s whatever you’re talking about there for ya”. Because I was definitely staring as he walked across the patio, realizing that we both apparently ended up well endowed. Now, before this happened... I’d NEVER thought about him, not in this sense, never once about his cock, or his sex life. Before this I’d have balked, and put my fingers in my ears to stop from even hearing about it. But something changed in that moment because I felt warm and my heart was racing the way it is now talking about it. I couldn’t get the image out of my head, and what’s worse, I wanted to see more. I wanted to see it, I wanted to see it completely bare, and fully hard, and I hated that I didn’t completely hate myself for thinking that way. I felt weird and unsettled about it, and I did try a lot to get the image out of my head... but I became so curious, and the idea literally haunted me, and has ever since. I locked myself in my room when we got home, I bit my arm to keep my cries muffled as I took the edge off and fucked myself until my arm gave out. I don’t even 100% remember what I was thinking about then, there may have been flashes of him, I don’t know, I was just so horny that I didn’t even need the mental stimulation. I’m pretty sure I gave him a bit of the cold shoulder for at least a few days afterward. I could barely look at him. I was afraid he’d be able to figure me out or something. But I knew I couldn’t keep doing that to him because of my own fucked up thoughts, so I brought myself to continue acting normal and treating him as if nothing had changed. A few days later though, he went to the movies with his friends. I bummed around the house for a bit, played some video games, and then decided to take a shower. I started to touch myself a little, I really hadn’t had the house to myself the whole time so far, and I think I was trying to decide how far to take things with myself. I just played with my boobs for a little until I heard the garage door open and close, he’d already come back home. So I ignored my arousal and finished my shower. When I finished, after drying off, I wrapped a towel around myself and started to open the door to head to my bedroom and get dressed. But then I had a weird urge, I decided to hang the towel up, and just rush to my bedroom, the idea of the thrill that he was home was exciting to me. I figured he was probably in his bedroom anyway so I went for it. When I left, I saw his door at the end of the hall, closed, and figured he was already playing some Overwatch or something. So I sighed and padded over toward my door. But suddenly he entered the hallway from our living room, and almost bumped into me. I was genuinely startled, but immediately excited, I made a half assed attempt to cover what I could with my arms, and he started to apologize profusely, backing into his room and trying not to look at me. It felt like a minute long encounter but probably took like 5 seconds before we were both in our own rooms. I just remember looking down at that point and seeing my nipples achingly hard and my chest all flushed from adrenaline and excitement all in one. I was horny as hell but too anxious about the whole thing to take care of myself so I got dressed and went to the living room to play something. He took forever to come out of his room, and when he finally did he apologized again, I just said that it was okay, and told him I didn’t know he’d already come back. He wouldn’t look me in the eye at all for the rest of the night, but he slowly seemed to relax, and we were fine by the next day or so. I wish I could say more has happened since then. I came back home and tried to get over the whole thing, but I haven’t been able to. It’s only gotten more and more intense to the point I’ve had fantasies about him, stuff I don’t even think I can share here tbh. A few months after I came home I found this subreddit, and I started watching more of the faux-incesty porn, and reading more of that on literotica. Shout out to [this story in particular](https://www.literotica.com/s/your-brother-has-to-cum) for making me cum a ton of times and even getting me to squirt on multiple occasions. The point is... I’m literally haunted by my brother and his, apparently, huge cock, likely bigger than anything I’ve ever had. And I don’t know what to do with these feelings and fantasies and... and urges at this point. I glossed over the moments when I initially felt genuinely disgusted with myself, crying, or panicking alone in my apartment, wondering if something is wrong with me. I don’t even know why I’m making this post, I guess I just needed to get it all off of my chest and this seemed like the most accepting place to do it. So uh, thank you for your time. I’ll respond to comments as much as I can, and pms, but I’m not going to post pics or do anything to identify myself or risk identifying myself, I’m sure you all understand.

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