The Catfish [FM] [Incest] [B/S]

I’ve had a large following on social media for a few years now. I’m no influencer, nor a model by any means, though maybe someday I’d like to be. Some of you might even recognize me. It started with my older brother posting my pictures in the early teens, with him eventually asking me to take over the account as it was growing and growing with constant requests for more of me. The amount of attention it’s given me can best be described as intoxicating, because it is just that. For a young girl, having someone to constantly compliment you, someone messaging you or asking how you’re doing, it can certainly be intimidating. My mother and father encouraged it thinking it might actually be relevant someday and possibly help come college time. I got my fair share of creeps, of course. The usual jock asking for nudes, or the older gentleman pretending to know just what I like. My parents and my brother fortunately taught me how to handle them. In hindsight, I probably should’ve told them about Drew months ago. But recently turned 18, I felt like I could handle him on my own just like the rest.

Drew first messaged me a year before my 18th birthday. I had posted a selfie celebrating the occasion, and he reached out to congratulate. I had tried being friendly with all my followers at that point. I would say hello and thank him for all his support. He was persistent, and eventually after I was feeling down on a particular day, he reached out and got me talking. He was charming in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Asking about my day, favorite movies and books, it was refreshing having a fan to talk to that wasn’t strictly in it for my looks. I thought his sweetness was genuine. My parents worked full time, and my brother was now in college on his own, so I had all the liberty to talk to anyone I wanted, which was both good and bad. We exchanged private profiles and continued chatting. We played games and shared apps we enjoyed. I sent him good morning texts just like any infatuated girl would, he was the first guy now I had a real crush on, though I knew absolutely nothing about him. His profile remained blank, save for a few shared videos and an anime picture as his profile. It seemed like every time I’d ask for a picture, he’d have some disaster come up that prevented it. An obvious red flag, but I didn’t rightly know. At worst I thought maybe he might be insecure. I enjoyed his company. I enjoyed getting to know him, and sharing myself with him. Talking to him was now a part of my daily routine. I’d wake up, send him a quick snapchat, nervously wait for his texts all day at school until I would finally be able to get home, and chat with him some more. He completely had me. His validation was all I wanted now.

A few months into chatting, he called me his “little girl” and I nearly melted into my bed. We were voice chatting every night at that point, always whispering so I wouldnt get my phone taken away. All my friends knew about Drew. Though I was too shy to admit I didn’t know what he looked like. I’d find random college boy pics on google and pretend they were him, just to avoid the drama. We would daydream about the day we’d finally meet. What we’d do, and how he’d kiss me. He said he lived only a few states away, and would gladly make the trip to visit me. I was waiting patiently for summer break after my 18th birthday. He said he would pick me up after school, and we’d drive a few towns over together. He’d get us an Airbnb, and we’d spend the weekend pretending like there was nothing else in the world but us. It was perfect. We had it all planned out. Every new post on my page was now indirectly for him. Every heart, every kissing emoji, all for Drew. When he’d ask for something private, I’d send him what best I could. I had a strict no nudes rule, after experiencing something awful with an older fan years back. I shared every secret with him, opened up to him about everything, and he was very understanding. I felt as if I could share a version of me that no one else could see, and he would understand. Every night now we’d have phone sex. And he would instruct me exactly where to touch.

A week before summer break came, I was flying through the clouds. We set up to meet that weekend through our original plan. I’d finally get to see him. I kept worrying about all the most ridiculous situations. What if he couldn’t come? What if he didn’t like me in person as much as he did online? What if somehow my parents found out and they’d put a stop to it? I felt like maybe they wouldn’t be wrong to do so. I was 18 now, but the thought still worried me. I sorted out my own fake plans with friends, in order to cover for the long weekend I’d be gone. I did my best to remind mom and dad days in advance, but in their usual way, they would always seem too busy to even care. Wednesday night, I wrote a short note on the fridge, just to be sure.

“I’ll be out Friday afternoon, returning on Monday. Text if you need me but ill have bad service at Kayla’s <3”

Thursday morning, I woke up a bit early just to shave everything. Something Drew asked me to do, and I gladly said yes. I wanted this first experience to be perfect. I almost thought I was clear with parents, before mom confronted me in the kitchen. She had my note in her hand and gave me the most annoyed look.

“Your brother is coming to visit. You can’t go. We’re all spending the weekend together. And that’s that.” Whenever one of them ended their sentences with ‘that’s that’ it was practically over. No point in even arguing. I made an angry comment about having reminded her for weeks, only to be ignored altogether. It didn’t really matter. I wasn’t allowed. I ran upstairs and cried alone for a few hours, unsure of how best to tell Drew. That night when he called, I bawled my eyes out on the phone, talking about how much I hated my parents for making me stay. He was the kindest and most reassuring, telling me things have a way of working themselves out. Hearing him say that really helped calm me down. I wasn’t sure when we’d be postponing for. I spent the rest of the call letting him know how sorry I was, that I couldn’t wait to see him. And for the first time, I told him I loved him, and he told me he loved me too.

Friday came about, and still bitter from being forced to stay, I tried my best to be positive. I hadn’t texted Drew much that morning since I was mostly with family preparing for my big brother. I hadn’t seen him in years afterall. And after a few hours of prepping, I began feeling excited to rush to his arms and welcome him home.

It had been a few years since I really talked to him. We had been close growing up with him helping set up my account and all, but since he’d been gone we had mostly been distant. He occasionally commented on a picture of mine being sweet and supportive. Sure, we didn’t see each other often, but I knew if I ever needed anything, he’d be there for me. We had that sort of relationship. When I saw his car pullup that afternoon, my heart started racing. I couldn’t wait to catch up on our own and find out what college was like, since I was hoping I’d be attending myself in a few months now. As soon as he knocked, I rushed to be the first one to open. Ignoring his bags, I jumped up into his arms as he embraced me. He seemed almost nervous as he held me, as if he was unsure of just how grown up I’d be. I kissed his cheek expressing just how much I’d missed him, but all he did was nervously laugh and hold me. I led him inside holding his hand, yelling for mom and dad to come say hello. It honestly should not have taken me as long as it did. I’m sure you’re all aware just by reading this now. As soon as my brother began talking with mom and dad, I just knew. My heart sank and twisted in a way I’d never felt before. It was just his voice. My brother had been impersonating “Drew” all these months. I had been chatting him, flirting with him, expressing all my secrets and desires with him, all this time. I was confused and unsure what to feel. As they talked, I tried my best to differentiate his voice. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they just sounded awfully similar, as crazy as that might seem. Then he turned over to look at me, up and down at my skirt and chest, and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You’re not a little girl anymore, are you?”

And there it was. “Little girl” sealed it all for me. It was really him all this time. Why, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I could certainly guess. Before I could even comprehend the severity of it all, those words had me hooked again. Little girl. My ears shut and my eyes focused on his. He knew I knew. I repeated the words again in my own head, ‘little girl’, just to make sure. Instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to suppress just how wet I really was underneath it all. I didn’t understand it. Ages must’ve passed before I responded. I laughed it off, still locked within his eyes. I wanted him to know that I figured it out.

Drew was someone I shared my soul with. Someone I cared for, and learned to love, and everything I knew about him I now knew to be true. My brother was the kindest man I could ever know. He loved me, just as Drew did. We shared the same tastes, the same hopes and wants and feelings. A part of me always knew something was wrong. But I could never have guessed this. And now that I knew, it’s as if things weren’t so bad. It could all be a lot worse, I thought.
If there’s anyone I could safely have shared everything with, it would be him. My brother was my keeper. I almost felt grateful that it was him all along and not someone else. He deserved to have me more than any other guy ever could.

“So you figured it out, huh?” My brother nudged. He was standing just a few inches away now. I hadn’t noticed mom and dad were out of the living room. It was just me and him. I nodded as best as I could, smiling all the while. He gave me a wink, before reaching out for a kiss. His tongue swirled inside my mouth, catching me by surprise. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, kid. Nothing’s changed, right? You’re still my little girl?” In my loss for words, I stood there staring at his lips. He knew he had me. I could tell by the way he chuckled and bit his lip. I didn’t even need to say a single word. “Listen. Let’s have dinner with the folks. Relax. Maybe watch a movie. But after that, you’re all mine okay? My bed’s gone so mom is letting me sleep in your room for the weekend. Which means we’re doing everything we originally planned, and then some. Sound good?” Beneath the words, he was still my Drew. He knew exactly what to say, and when to say it. He didn’t need an acknowledgement. He already knew I was wet. He gave me one last kiss before making his way to the dining room. Mom had already laid dinner out for us. I joined a few mins later, sitting right beside him. Our parents had no clue.

Here are some screenshots of my conversations with Drew all these months. His last text was sent right after I went upstairs to bed.

[The Catfish](https://imgur.com/a/yAIXUzv)

I laid in bed nervous, wearing nothing but a tank top just like he’d asked. Around 11PM, I could hear mom and dad welcoming him home again, before leading him up straight to my room and kissing him goodnight. His sheets were already spread out on the floor for him, the obvious idea being he’d sleep there for the night. “If you feel uncomfortable, you can always try the couch,” mom whispered by the door, surely worried they’d wake me.

“Nah, I think I’ll be just fine in here with Sophie,” my brother said. I could barely contain myself at the thought of being alone with him in just a few minutes now. I felt scared, rushed, excited and nervous, all at the same time. But it was too late to do anything about it.

When he finally made his way inside, I laid in bed pretending to be asleep. I don’t know why I did it, but I felt it might be cute. I could hear him shuffling blankets around, and I turned just slightly to catch him shoving the blankets against the bottom of the door to dampen the sound. He always told me he’d be loud. With the door now locked, and the lights off, he made his way now towards my bed, unbuttoning his jeans with every step. The door to our parents’ room then shut, and I could tell he was more relaxed for it. Still pretending to be asleep, he climbed under my sheets right ontop of me. As if calling my bluff, he then proceeded to give me the most passionate kiss you could imagine. I’m not sure if this was just his way of waking me up. I let out a moan and he bit my lip, positioning himself now firmly ontop of me, with my legs on either side of him. “It’s just me, baby. Shhh. It’s okay,” he whispered, adjusting my waist underneath him. “Just remember how much we both want this, okay?” I whispered back a faint ‘okay’ and he didn’t waste a second. He pulled my tank top down to expose my chest, and he immediately grabbed them firmly with both hands, reaching down to taste them. My chest has always been a popular topic, and I knew maybe he’d been wanting to do this longer than I could imagine. I just laid there and let him do as he pleased. He would just cup them together with both hands, sucking on them and biting them as he’d squeeze. I could feel him harden more and more as he groped me. “Perfect fucken tits” he kept repeating. I tried my best to breathe, as he was licking and biting in all the most sensitive areas.

As he placed my legs on his shoulders, and rubbed my own wetness all over him, getting ready to fuck me, I thought about how lucky I was to have such an incredible brother. He gently guided himself inside, grunting a bit at how tight I seemed to be. After reassuring me and making sure I was relaxed, he pushed the entirety of his cock into me with one deep push, holding me in place and moaning all the while. We kissed as he started pulling back out, and pushing back in. I was getting fucked by my brother, on my own bed, with our parents thinking we were just rooming for the weekend. As he started thrusting into me harder and deeper, this thought kept coming back to me. Mom and dad must be so relieved to have both of us home; completely unaware of how he was pounding me right now, taking my virginity for himself. Whenever I’d wince in pain, he’d hold me close and kiss me affectionately, apologizing for being so rough. But I’d kiss him back and tell him to keep going. I wanted him to have me however he wanted. He had gone through such an effort to get here. All those late night calls. All those texts and rants and tears he had to comfort me through. He deserved this. He deserved all of me. No one else did. A few words of encouragement is all it took. He pinned me down and fucked me harder, the bed shaking with each thrust, grunting as if this was the last time he’d ever have me to himself. He stopped fucking me like a brother, forgetting at times this was my first dick, getting carried away with just how rough he wanted to give it to me. I wrapped my legs around him, trying my best to keep up with his thrusts. But he wasnt interested in me keeping up. He seemed almost annoyed at the thought of me helping. He then placed both hands on my waist and pumped himself in three times, each time harder and deeper than the last, followed by the roughest moan I can’t begin to describe. I felt his cock throbbing, his warmth now filling deep into me. I tried moving away, but he held me in place. “Just a bit more, take all of it baby” he said as I felt him throb some more. He gently fucked me some more, as if making sure each thrust sent his cum deeper into my stomach.

I looked at the clock, the time read 12:38AM.

“Now let’s turn you around and see what that cute ass tastes like..”

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