My name is Sindee I am currently 18 years old and am in love with my older brother Scott who just barely turned 22. This is the first time we have become public with both our relationship and that we are actually brother and sister. We mostly grew up living with our mother after our parents separated when I was 6. We have one little sister, Brittany who has been not only a good support, but was involved with me when we were younger. She currently still lives with our mother.
Scott and I were very close as children. Often people would think we were sleeping with each other and we hadn’t even kissed at that point. We did have feelings for each other, which we discussed years later. As kids we would always be caught staying up late to talk or we’d play video games too loud. It was great having him around when things weren’t going well. He’d just laugh it off and hug me. We did grow a little bit apart when he first went to high school. He had parties and friends to hang out with. We talked a little less over those years. I still had a huge crush; he just got hotter as time went on. Neither of us acted on those crushes until I was 14.
Scott had gone to a party that night so I’d stayed up reading waiting to hear if he came home. It was about 1 or 2 am when I heard his bedroom door shut. After about maybe ten minutes I heard loud noises coming from his room. At first I thought it was him and his girlfriend having sex. I started walking across the hall and noticed the guy didn’t sound like Scott. I opened the door and saw him close down his porn and try to hide that he was masturbating. I asked him what he was watching and he smiles, drunk, and says “porn”. I asked what kind and he mentioned it was incest. We talked a little bit about how I liked incest porn too and decided to watch a video together. It was awkward to sit next to each other during that at first. About half way through it Scott looked at me and just kissed me out of nowhere. For a minute all we could do was stare at each other. I remember leaning forward and just making out with him a little bit. He took my hand and laid me on the floor. I was still a virgin at the time so I really didn’t know what I was doing. Honestly I was kind of embarrassed when he started to undress me. I can’t really say that we had sex, because to me it felt like more than that. We did make love for hours and eventually fell asleep in his bed; which is where our mother found us the next morning. I remember waking up to her screaming, “What the hell are you doing!” She dragged me out of bed and told me to get dressed. Things got confusing after that. I got dressed and ran outside. She called our dad had him drive over, pack most of Scott’s stuff and took Scott to live with him. That day is still one of the worst I’ve had in my life.
It was three years till I saw Scott again. We still talked every once in a while. Mostly on holidays or birthdays, but it was always watched by at least one of our parents. We really drifted apart during that, moved on with our lives and even dated other people. We never really got around to talking about that night. It was at a family reunion that I saw Scott again. We took a walk trying to get away for just a few minutes. Mostly we talked about the night we first acted on our feelings. That was when he first admitted he had more than just brotherly feelings and that he loved more than just as his sister. I smiled so big when he said that. The only problem was that I was still 17 and had to live with our mother. Scott had his own place and had been going to college for a couple of years. We did start to talk more, mostly in secret and planned that I would move in with him when I turned 18. It had to be the longest nine months of my life waiting until I could leave my mother’s house. Finally six months ago I packed up and moved in with Scott. We’ve been in an actual relationship since then and still currently live in his apartment. I can’t imagine my life without him and am glad I didn’t have to search very far to find the love of my life.