Chapter 5 – Kelsey’s Confessions – The Return Home - Sex Stories

Chapter 5 – Kelsey’s Confessions – The Return Home

... through with this, if I let Michael enter my womanhood, we would move past the petting and exploration that we enjoyed to becoming ‘lovers’ in every sense of the word. Would we live to regret this? Was society correct? Would this forever scar each of us emotionally? On an objective and intellectual level, I knew that someday we would have to move on. Michael and I could not be a couple. Society would not permit it. We would always be forced to keep our relationship and our intimacies secret. We could not live as man and wife, we could not hold hands walking down the street, or contemplate having children. These were activities we would have to reserve for other people, not each other. As the plane hummed along at 40,000 feet, I knew that allowing Michael and my relationship to progress to the point that we were having actual intercourse would make the eventual cessation of our intimacies even more painful and difficult. Nonetheless, I knew that I wanted my stepbrother to ‘be the one’ who took me first. I wanted his semen inside me. I wanted him to rupture my hymen. And most of all, I wanted to be the first woman he did these things with. I wanted him to remember that I was his first for the rest of his life. I know it is warped, perverse and sick, but I wanted to know that for the rest of our lives, at every family function that Michael and I attended with our spouses and our children, we would both think about the intimate deep secret we shared; that he and I lost our ...

... virginities to each other during the winter break of 2014. Part of me was angry. I was angry at the strict rules that society had imposed upon us. I was angry that because of these mores, I could never have what I really wanted, which was to completely belong to my stepbrother: to allow him to impregnate me and to carry and raise his child as his wife. I wanted to nurse our children while my stepbrother held me in his arms. After all, we were not biologically related. My mother just happened to be married to his father. But I realized that in our society, we were considered 'off limits' to each other. No, we could not be a couple in public; that was not possible. So I would have to settle for a brief period of intimacy during which my stepbrother and I would share a fantasy relationship, and each other. And this memory would have to last me the rest of my life. As the Air Canada flight began its decent, I wondered if Michael felt similar to me? Would Michael and I resume where we left off? Would my stepbrother still want and need me? What if he had become involved with someone else? That thought suddenly frightened me. After deciding to ‘go on the pill’ so that I could safely accept my stepbrother’s sperm into my womb, I did not think I could handle rejection. If Michael wanted to maintain a normal and more socially acceptable relationship now, I would be absolutely devastated. I would be forced to accept his decision, but I would be crushed. As the plane touched down, I realized I ...