"It looks like my huge boobs still get you hard, big brother! I guess that means I’ll have to keep being your busty sister slut! Oh well!"

"It looks like my huge boobs still get you hard, big brother! I guess that means I’ll have to keep being your busty sister slut! Oh well!"

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Was she doing it on purpose? Was I gaining sexual feelings for my big sister because she was giving me views like this all the time, or was she giving me views like this all the time because she could tell I had the hots for her? My cock throbbed. Why did I agree to hang out with her tonight?

Was she doing it on purpose? Was I gaining sexual feelings for my big sister because she was giving me views like this all the time, or was she giving me views like this all the time because she could tell I had the hots for her? My cock throbbed. Why did I agree to hang out with her tonight?

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We had come back to the place where we had first fooled around, but it didn’t reignite the spark like we had hoped. I was standing in the exact spot where I had once kneeled, but it only made me feel sad. I could tell my little brother was still horny, though, and I wanted to make him happy. Maybe I would play along for the sake of his big hard cock.

We had come back to the place where we had first fooled around, but it didn’t reignite the spark like we had hoped. I was standing in the exact spot where I had once kneeled, but it only made me feel sad. I could tell my little brother was still horny, though, and I wanted to make him happy. Maybe I would play along for the sake of his big hard cock.

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"I never knew you were so much fun to party with, little brother! I can’t believe you spent the whole night with me instead of all the hot girls I saw eyeing you. Maybe I’m just drunk, but I don’t know… Actually, forget it."

"I never knew you were so much fun to party with, little brother! I can’t believe you spent the whole night with me instead of all the hot girls I saw eyeing you. Maybe I’m just drunk, but I don’t know… Actually, forget it."

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"C’mon, little brother, tell me the truth. I’m sick of pretending. I promise I won’t get mad. Will that help?"

"C’mon, little brother, tell me the truth. I’m sick of pretending. I promise I won’t get mad. Will that help?"

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Anonymous said: Your newer fantasies have become less lustful and more about how the feelings are hallow..

Interesting observation, little brother.

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I love when my little brother comes to visit me at work. I don’t know, it feels more like we’re friends rather than siblings or something. I get all excited and I don’t know, I just like it.

I love when my little brother comes to visit me at work. I don’t know, it feels more like we’re friends rather than siblings or something. I get all excited and I don’t know, I just like it.

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It had been two years that my boyfriend had patiently waited until I was “ready”. Of course, I actually was ready, but only for my big brother’s perfect cock. I loved getting turned on by how horny I made my boyfriend and then running off to go fuck my brother. I would keep it up for as long as I could.

It had been two years that my boyfriend had patiently waited until I was “ready”. Of course, I actually was ready, but only for my big brother’s perfect cock. I loved getting turned on by how horny I made my boyfriend and then running off to go fuck my brother. I would keep it up for as long as I could.

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I had expected to be more nervous than this. Or more grossed out. Or more excited. Or more something, I guess. It felt weirdly normal when my brother and I finally confessed our mutual attraction for each other and decided to see how it felt to fool around. Maybe the magic was in the fantasy and not the act, but it was too soon to tell. I had to give it a proper chance.

I had expected to be more nervous than this. Or more grossed out. Or more excited. Or more something, I guess. It felt weirdly normal when my brother and I finally confessed our mutual attraction for each other and decided to see how it felt to fool around. Maybe the magic was in the fantasy and not the act, but it was too soon to tell. I had to give it a proper chance.

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It wasn’t unusual for either me or my younger brother to drunkenly stumble into the other’s room to talk about a wild night, but tonight we had both been at a mutual friend’s party but had barely seen each other, so we were exchanging stories.
It all changed when we started talking about how we both failed to bring somebody home. It got weird when we both admitted that we were trying to challenge ourselves, going after really hot people who weren’t single. We laughed realizing that we were both bad people while still too drunk to feel guilty about it. But the facts remained that we had both failed, we were both sexually frustrated, and we both knew it.
So now we were just two hot, sexually frustrated people in a bedroom who had stared at each other in silence for a moment too long. It must have entered both our minds at the exact same time. His eyes ducked to my cleavage. I bit my bottom lip. 
Something I had never even considered before became the thing I wanted more than anything else. There was no turning back.

It wasn’t unusual for either me or my younger brother to drunkenly stumble into the other’s room to talk about a wild night, but tonight we had both been at a mutual friend’s party but had barely seen each other, so we were exchanging stories.

It all changed when we started talking about how we both failed to bring somebody home. It got weird when we both admitted that we were trying to challenge ourselves, going after really hot people who weren’t single. We laughed realizing that we were both bad people while still too drunk to feel guilty about it. But the facts remained that we had both failed, we were both sexually frustrated, and we both knew it.

So now we were just two hot, sexually frustrated people in a bedroom who had stared at each other in silence for a moment too long. It must have entered both our minds at the exact same time. His eyes ducked to my cleavage. I bit my bottom lip. 

Something I had never even considered before became the thing I wanted more than anything else. There was no turning back.

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"See, it’s not too weird to look at your sister’s tits, is it, little brother? Why don’t you put your hand down your pants and touch your cock while you look? Maybe that will make you more comfortable. I’ve spied on you stroking that huge dick to big tit porn and I figured it was time to let you experience a pair of your own. It’s okay, little brother, I want you to stare. I want to make you horny."

"See, it’s not too weird to look at your sister’s tits, is it, little brother? Why don’t you put your hand down your pants and touch your cock while you look? Maybe that will make you more comfortable. I’ve spied on you stroking that huge dick to big tit porn and I figured it was time to let you experience a pair of your own. It’s okay, little brother, I want you to stare. I want to make you horny."

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Anonymous said: What would you say/advise/suggest to any older sister or younger sister who comes across your blog?

That’s a very general question!

So here’s a very general answer assuming you’re talking about being a situation similar to mine:
Be very honest with yourself. Let yourself explore all possibilities in your mind, including ones you may be avoiding. Try not to reach conclusions and try to give yourself a lot of time before coming to any sort of decision. Don’t keep anger and sexual frustration inside, but don’t let them out in rash ways either. 

If you intended your question in a different way, anon, please clarify! :)

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Anonymous said: hey sis so im a long time follower of the blog(since the beginning really) and i remember in the beginning how your feeling were mixed about your brothers feelings, to the point you said somedays it made you sick. can you tell us how you feel about everything now that you have had time to really air out and explore your emotions about this?

Hey little brother! 

I’ve hinted at this, but I feel very separate from it now. I feel like I’ve gained a taboo fetish that is now very rarely linked to the thought of my actual brother. I think it helped when I stopped snooping to look for more stories. My curiosity didn’t go away immediately, but it got easier and easier and now I wouldn’t dream of it.

Well it’s easy to say that, but this isn’t really something that fully fades away and I do have relapse days. But now I avoid this blog on those days when it used to be the time when I would find relief here. I like to associate this blog with where I am in general with the situation, so I like it being a general brother/sister taboo fetish outlet rather than a place I connect to my ambiguous situation I had with my brother. 

It’s worth mentioning that he has always been nothing but a brother and friend to me. And now that I’m out the other side (well, it feels like it anyway), it’s easier for me to imagine that his smut stories about me were his own complicated outlet that I shouldn’t jump to conclusions about. Maybe I’ll bring it up with him in ten or twenty years. 

I plan on telling my boyfriend about this whole thing in about a year and I think that will be a real sign if I’m out the other side. It will also be a telling moment to see what I continue to do with this blog if I’m still maintaining it at that point.

But yes, the Little Brother Army will get the second story before then. I’ll be honest that I was a little disappointed that Stupid Older Sister won as the theme and I thought it would be another short story, but I found an angle that I like that is taking more time than something quick and dirty. Thanks for all your patience!

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I thought the day would never come, but it was actually happening. My sexy older brother was awkwardly stumbling through an attempt to acknowledge the sexual tension we had built up for months. I couldn’t wait for him to finish. I had to have him.

I thought the day would never come, but it was actually happening. My sexy older brother was awkwardly stumbling through an attempt to acknowledge the sexual tension we had built up for months. I couldn’t wait for him to finish. I had to have him.

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The taboo carried us through the first few months. The pure unspoken nature of our relationship was all we needed to start ripping each other’s clothes off. But next came the “this has to stop” era. He had a girlfriend to think about and I had my husband, but that just added another layer. 
"Don’t you miss these, little brother?" I would say to him as he faked apathy. "Your girlfriend doesn’t have tits like these. Your girlfriend doesn’t let you call her the names you call me. Just one more time. Please?"

The taboo carried us through the first few months. The pure unspoken nature of our relationship was all we needed to start ripping each other’s clothes off. But next came the “this has to stop” era. He had a girlfriend to think about and I had my husband, but that just added another layer. 

"Don’t you miss these, little brother?" I would say to him as he faked apathy. "Your girlfriend doesn’t have tits like these. Your girlfriend doesn’t let you call her the names you call me. Just one more time. Please?"

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