The Slow Quarantine Seduction of my Brother [F]

Since I’ve been a long-time lurker (and sometimes poster), I know that new account posts about incest often are viewed as fake. I often think the stories are fake too, since they read more like porn than reality. This isn’t my first (or second or third…) throwaway account; I keep throwing them away when my inboxes gets too full of creeps, and I started feeling guilty and weird about swimming around this side of Reddit. Oh, also my story involves siblings living at home, but both my brother and I are over 18.

That being said, I want to share this. And haters are gonna hate, so…

I don’t have to belabor the set-up: you know about quarantine, about lock-down, about not seeing anyone for a while. I know some places are reopening, but not my family. My parents are a bit neurotic, so we aren’t rushing to any beaches or restaurants. Bleh bleh bleh it’s been hard. But one of the hardest parts is missing the way men look at me in public. I am “conventionally pretty” (or so I’m told), and men aren’t afraid to eye me. Sometimes I think they think they are being sneaky. They aren’t. I see their looks, and I revel in them. Being stuck at home has squashed that.

As the weather gets warmer, I’ve been chilling in our backyard, tanning, swimming in our pool, etc. And about a month ago, I noticed my brother…noticing me. I knew that gaze! That stare! I had never seen him looking at me this way? Had he before, and I just missed it?

I started de-winterizing my summer clothes, and when my folks were both out of the house (my dad occasionally has to go in to the office, and my mom does her mom errands), I would wear my skimpiest, tightest, most revealing bikinis / shorts / tops and make sure I paraded around my brother. And I saw it. That look. It made me giddy and VERY confused and troubled and aroused and basically every emotion all at once.

I found myself acting like bubbly and kinda dumb around him. He gave me a cute pet name (sometime he had NEVER done before), and started patting my head when I did sometime cute / dumb. I love that sort of attention.

If I walked into the living room and he was on the couch, I would find a reason to plop down right next to him, our legs touching, our hips, our hands. If we were having a family movie night, I’d sit right next to him, and “hog” the couch by putting my legs in his lap. At first, he acted annoyed, but never moved me off of him. Then, he stopped acting annoyed. Then, he started sitting next to me if I was on the couch. Or if I were outside tanning / chilling, he’d find a reason to be out there too. My favorite is when he does some yard work right next to me, shirtless, sweating…

Last week, we got stoned together (I’m a smoke weed everyday type gal; he is a weekend warrior), which isn’t something we do too too often, since I just like to get high by myself and chill and relax in my room or outside. In that state, we both opened up a little bit about our sexual frustrations. It was mostly joking and silly and surface level stuff, but we NEVER have discussed sex in any way, shape, or form, so just acknowledging that we are sexual creatures to each other was thrilling, thrilling, THRILLING! My high little mind was racing with naughtier jokes, hidden desires, ways to open that door wider. But I am also afraid of these new-found urges. I know that this is stemming from the isolation and lack of male contact, male gaze, male touch, male eyes on my body, but I kinda can’t stop thinking about my brother now. It doesn’t help the situation that he is conventionally very hot and my type (muscles but not overly-ripped, taaaaaallllllll, dark hair, dark eyes, deep voice…)

Last night, everyone else went to bed earlier, and we went into the basement to hang. We smoked (my other, less slutty desire is to turn him into a stoner like me lol), watched some dumb shit on the tv. While on the couch, I half sat in his lap. It was comfortable for both of us. And I distinctly felt his cock twitching and slowly hardening. He didn’t bring it up, and just kept chatting and watching tv, but I moved my legs just a fraction of an inch to rub his cock in his shorts just a little…tiny…bit. Minutes after that, he said he was tired and went to bed.

I told him I was gonna chill in the basement. A moment later, I snuck upstairs and listened at his door. I was quite stoned, but I truly believe I heard the sounds of my brother stroking his cock, maybe the sound of his balls hitting his thighs, or maybe just his hand. I listened and I heard a soft moan, then silence. I crept back to my room and found that I was dripping wet.

To be 100% real, I don’t know if I want this to go further, since he is my brother. I’m afraid that after lockdown is over, all these thoughts will go away, and if we cross a line during this time, we will have to live with that. But I want to share what is happening with someone, and obviously strangers on the Internet are the best people to tell something like this hahaha. Even just writing this has got me really really worked up, and I think I’ll smoke a quick bowl, put on my smallest bikini, and lounge outside all day, knowing that my brother will probably find some reason to be outside too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ho9ljq/the_slow_quarantine_seduction_of_my_brother_f