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Keeping it in the family…. (or not!!)

I doubt very much that I am the first person to fancy my nearest and dearests siblings; and being bisexual both brothers and sisters hold equal appeal. I remember my very first ‘big loves’ brother almost as fondly as I do him. Over the five years that we spent together my boyfriend and I spent at least 3 years living with him in a shared house.

For the first year of knowing each other my lovers brother’s strong irish accent meant that I was only reading his facial expressions; smiling when he did, laughing when he did and looking thoroughly pissed off, when he did…. what I didn’t know then was that my quiet, well spoken english voice was also completely unintelligable to him.

So for the first twelve months of knowing each other we were just reading each others que’s and smiling and laughing at the same time. However; as crazy as that sounds, I think that made us closer; we could read each other well and did not need to rely on words, we knew each others body language and facial expressions as we’d both tried so hard to understand each other.

In many ways my boyfriends younger brother was actually better suited to me (and I fancied him too), he was just as eccentric and rebellious to convention as I was at that time. I was in my teens then, I have much mellowed over the years and these days I choose to embrace rather than fight life but then again; maybe my choosen vocation is a big ‘fuck you’ to convention anyway.

However my first boyfriend, my first real love was such a positive influence on my life that I will always remember him with a deep and somewhat painful sense of appreciation and love; we haven’t spoken since I was twenty one; I have no idea where he is but he’s still in my dreams at times and I truly hope that he is having a wonderful life; he deserves to.

I have no regrets with regards to our time together because it was wonderful; the end of our relationship released him to find a woman that he could have a family with, which he so dearly wanted and it left me to explore the unusual path in life that I chose and which has ultimately made me happy.

The sub concious however has a strong hold on us; or at least on me anyway. During times of stress I sleep walk and I had a fairly stressful time as a teenager, so I slept walked all the time. After a particularly heavy night out (I was much wilder as a teenager than I could ever hope to be now!) I awoke in what I thought was my boyfriends bed; snuggled up against his familar freckled back.

What I couldn’t understand was why we had chosen to sleep in his brothers bedroom! The alarm went off and I padded over to it naked, turned it off went to the loo and returned to his side. It was only then that I realised that I didn’t recognise his boxer shorts.

I had slept with my boyfriends brother and who knows how long I’d been there! The brother I was lying with had awakened to his alarm clock too and saw me turning it off in the buff; the brother who I loved had snuck in earlier and spotted us together but thankfully knew that I slept walked and had popped his head around the door when he found his bed empty and had seen us lying together!!

Thank god or whatever else you believe in that they both knew that I was a sleep walker! I returned to my boyfriends bedroom and he was awake and absolutely pissing himself at how mortified I was!

I think if I’d met the younger brother first I may have ended up with him and who knows where I’d be now but that wasn’t the way things happened. Strangely enough I never fancied their younger sister; she was a princess who just loved drama; my least favourite traits in a woman.

Move on  a few years later when that relationship was over, I had a big crush on my boss who made no secret of being bi sexual and not much less of a secret that she wanted to bed me… well she did and it was fun but then she got a boyfriend 😦

She invited me out clubbing with her new beau, a few friends and her brother. He was single and as hot as she was so of course we ended up in bed but as he was horribly screwed up by a recent ex which he then got back together with, we drew a line under it.

That same friend (and boss!) had no problem with me sleeping with her brother and in fact wanted me to seduce her mother as well! As she felt that she had secret bisexual urges that she thought I might uncover… however, at that point I felt it was best to leave my family fucking to two siblings.

Move on again and I’m in a very serious relationship; entirely committed to it but also attracted to both the other sister and other brother. On one occasion my boyfriend was sent out for more wine; while his sister taught me to ‘dance’ which I must admit I’m terrible at but she was very, very close to me, rubbing her beautiful body hard against mine, her hips pressed hard against my very wet cunt and her lips were so tantalisingly close I could have kissed them; and I would have had I not cared so much for her brother.

When I split with her brother, I spent a great deal of time with their brother and I would have happily dated him as we were actually a much better love match but of course I didn’t because that would have been wrong and I eventually lost touch with them all, which was a shame because they were fun.

So… as I’m sure you will have realised by now it’s very common for me to fancy my lovers siblings; however on one occasion a sexy young fire man fancied both my sister and I! And; like the good girls who’d always been taught to share our toys, we shared this one particular man together.

I must admit it was an odd, rather than an erotic experience; taking it in turns to ride his cock, not something I’ll ever forget but equally not something I’d ever want to repeat!

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