Reality | OFF THE PAGE Vol. 1
reality
off the page vol. 1
For most, fantasies are usually left as just that…a fantasy, a piece of imagination spun by your own mind to entertain yourself. Answering so many of those ‘what if?s’ that seem to pop up around every turn. But every now and again there are moments where you really do need to pinch yourself to check whether or not you are dreaming.
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For most, fantasies are usually left as just that…a fantasy, a piece of imagination spun by your own mind to entertain yourself. Answering so many of those ‘what if?s’ that seem to pop up around every turn. But every now and again there are moments where you really do need to pinch yourself to check whether or not you are dreaming.
It was hard for me to believe that what had happened with my old-man and I wasn’t just a fever dream. To have the man who made me also be the one who took my virginity was a pretty arousing thought. I mean I’ve had so many thoughts about him for as long as I can remember, I was practically beside myself the entire time it was happening. But now that I’m sitting alone in my room and all my mind wants to do is revisit those newly created memories I made with old-man, I’m not really sure what to do with all of this information.
Usually when my mind goes into a frenzy like this, I find it helpful to write down my thoughts, just to get them out of my head and onto paper. I haven’t done it in a while, but sometimes it’s a process that just gets thrust upon me whether I like it or not.
At first I kind of struggled to initially put it on the page but eventually I found my flow and I was able to mentally walk myself through it. I will say however, that there was something very cathartic in scribbling a pen to paper and physically scratching out what I didn’t want to see there as opposed to just deleting it in a digital copy. It was all part of the process.
When I see Red shift into my peripheral vision, my mind once again remembered that old-man wasn’t the only family member I’ve been intimate with. To be honest, I was sort of hoping that our physical intimacy would help lead to me and my brother becoming closer again. That this would somehow be the glue to help us come back together. I could feel my cheeks growing flush as he peered directly into eyesight, his dark puppy dog eyes contrasting the bright copper hue of his full beard making him look as handsome as ever.
I definitely wasn’t in a place where I wanted any feedback about what I was writing, so I was a bit shy to share it with my big bro. Sure enough he didn’t want to hear any bit about my experience with old-man, but rather wanted to expand his own experience with me. I mean, it was hard to say no to someone I have felt so safe around knowing he would never do anything to hurt me.
Only a fool would be so quick to forget that Red had such a big cock that it caused my pussy to leak juice all up into my hairy bush after I groundpounded my brother into my mattress. The bed was squeaking for dear life as my brother laid back and allowed me to take full control of his throbbing tower of a cock. There was so much friction from my body hair grinding up against his that only added to the other juices flowing beneath my waist. I’m fairly certain some of the cum that slowly dribbled out of my freshly fucked hole transferred over to his hairy bush at that point. And I really liked that my brother and I matched a little in that way.
Despite the fact that my fantasies may have only been about old-man and not Red, didn’t change the fact that we were finally bonding in a way that would bring us closer. Or maybe we have become more than just what we once were? Either way, I’d be facing this new reality feeling closer to my brother than ever before.
