Bounced By My Brother - S01 E03

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Bounced By My Brother - S01 E03

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ACTS OF SEDUCTION

It seemed as though high school was the place that getting a boyfriend became so important to my School mates. I watched as all of my friends got into relationships with guys that they “Liked”. Whenever people asked me why I was not dating, I told them that I just wasn’t interested, and to be truthful I wasn’t. I just never found a guy that I was all that interested in except one; my brother.

I knew that my brother Martin had captured my heart the second my eyes caught a glimpse of him. It was love at first sight. I couldn’t explain the source of this” unnatural” attraction, but I never thought of it in a connotation of incest. To me, it was natural for me to see him as my lover. My brother had everything a guy should have(He was smart, funny, cute, and kind.) I knew it was wrong on my part to love him in a romantic way and I needn’t rationalizing it.

I felt jealous whenever my female friends talked about how cool he looked and would want me to connect him to them. I hated it when I saw him talking to some of them because I knew their intentions was to woo him and snatch him from me.

Even with all these things in mind I never realized just how deeply my feelings ran until my brother got his first girlfriend. Her name was Missella. She was brown in complexion, beautiful, friendly, and very intelligent.

I got angry, depressed and anxious all the time. I had trouble focusing on my lessons at school. Then my brother invited her over for dinner at our place one night.

I was overwhelmed with jealousy. Sadness engulfed me and I move towards the bathroom. I skipped the bathroom completely and walked to my bedroom and when I found myself on my bed, I sobbed uncontrollably. There was no denying it then. I knew at that point that I was and am totally in love with my brother. I understood the kind of backlash that things like this could get, and I was not proud of it, but I couldn’t deny it anymore.

I hated Missella for being my brother’s girlfriend and wished she died. She tried to be friendly with me but I always behaved coldly towards her. One day, I even insulted her when she unintentionally bumped into me. Using that as a smokescreen, I pushed her off and yelled, ” Foolish girl, can’t you see where you are going!!!?”

“Sorry Sarah, I’m looking for your brother,” she said.

“Leave him alone, he doesn’t deserve a girl like you!!!,” I yelled. Missella looked at me bewildered and asked, “Who does he deserve then?”

I was quiet. Then she asked me, “Will you marry your own brother?”

I kept quiet and walked away. I haven’t told anyone about my feelings for my brother but Manilla got to know about it when she caught me admiring him unknowingly.

She said, ” you know it’s a taboo to be sexualising our half-brother. I have always suspected you, the way you talk about him, the way you look at him and even the way you behave when he’s around. Pray dad doesn’t catch you. He will skin you alive.”

I was scared that I’ll make another mistake, and make my parents aware of my bizarre romantic love for Martin.As the weeks flew by, my feelings towards my half-brother increased. It grew from simple admiration into an obsession. I finally came to the conclusion that the only way, I can move on is if I open myself up and accept my feelings. The incidence that occurred the subsequent week kept my hope alive. Martin broke up with his girlfriend Missella when she was seen frolicking with another man. I was happy Missella was out of my brother’s life for good.

I realized that was the time I had to strike. I turned the wheels round to show him through my sensual actions that I loved him. After bathing, I would intentionally walk half – naked into his room just to ask him what I could cook for him. At Other times, I would wear tight-fitting clothes to accentuate my voluptuous man-killing curves, and body contours and cleavages, leaving nothing to the imagination

of his mind. I became more explicit in my actions towards him like intentionally hugging him so tightly that he could feel the softness of my breast even if there was no need or real reason for a hug at that moment.

Since his bedroom was just adjacent to mine, I made his bedroom ‘my bedroom’ and often found myself there any time I felt lonely, to the point of passing some of my nights in his room under the guise of brother and Sister relationship.Sometime, we slept and got so entangled on the bed that I wondered how he managed to control his emotion perfectly without showing any sexual desire for me.

With time, he became fully aware of my feelings for him ; that I saw him as a lover and not just a brother. Surprisingly, he said nothing about it. He remained unperturbed to my romantic antics. In one of my visits to his bedroom, I met him half-naked. He had just returned from the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of his hairy chest and stomach, made more masculine by his six-packed stomach sent me to the edge of ‘wetness.’ He had unintentionally set in motion a plethora of ecstatic war in my anatomy.

He was not moved by my presence even though he realised my anatomy was vibrating with love. My whole body shook involuntarily, as if I was just rescued from the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. I intentionally sat down on his lap to find solace there and perhaps moved beyond that territory onto his “hot spot. Before I knew it, he lifted me gently onto a chair nearby, saying, chairs are designed for people to sit on. “Laps are made for those who can’t sit upright without falling. That’s why babies sit on their mother’s lap but adults sit on chairs.”

I asked him, “bro Martin, is it a crime if your sister sit on your laps?” He said, “not really but I’m almost cloth less and if your mother were to come in and see us in such compromising position, she will draw only one conclusion. You know she doesn’t like me that much.”

My brother’s sign of maturity was very exceptional and the more I thought about it, the more my attraction for him increased.

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Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price- Jean Baudrillard.