True Story.

When I write erotica I often hear “that’s not real! That never happened!” even though I never make a claim that those stories are true, some in fact ARE, although they may not necessarily be about ME. This criticism has motivated me to tell my story.

My name is Brian and this is a true story.. My story. I took liberties with the dialog and had to paraphrase since it took place a number of years ago now, but what happened is all true.

My mom and dad were high school sweethearts in southern California. They got pregnant with me their senior year, and even though he said he was ready to be a father and stayed by her side during the whole pregnancy, he chickened out right after I was born. My mom raised me with the help of my grandmother for the first few years, until she finished school and got a decent job, but then we were on our own.

My father appeared a couple of times when I was young, took me to Chuck E Cheese for the afternoon, or to the beach, but never stuck around, and I say ‘Good Riddance!’ The last time I saw him I was about 6. My mom did a great job, I never felt I was missing out on anything and I have no regrets about having a single mother as a parent.

About the same time I last saw my biological father (henceforth referred to as simply my father) my mom met the man who would become my step-dad. They got married, and had a few kids of their own. Technically these were my half – brothers and sisters, but I never thought of them that way, they were just my siblings and treated as such.

We moved around the country for my parents jobs, but eventually we found ourselves back in sunny SoCal. To be honest, the vibe there wasn’t my cup of tea, so I went out of state of college, but when I graduated with no clear career path in mind, I found myself moving back in with my family.

I landed on my feet and was out on my own in no time, living the single life, full of dating and one night stands. I had several long term relationships, but I cheated on all of them. I definitely had what the kids call a ‘GlowUp’ after college. In high school I had acne, and confidence issues that kept me from being much of a ladies man. So as I got older my face cleared up and I got a sense of style and sense of self. But that insecure guy who never got the girl was still inside me and he was insatiable. I didn’t try to cheat, but I was unable to say ‘no’ if a girl showed interest. The idea that a woman would want me was still foreign and exciting. If they flirted, I flirted back.. If they asked me out, I said yes… It ended up costing me some very promising girlfriends.. but you live and you learn, and everything happens for a reason, because it lead me to the one who would eventually become my wife.

Not long after I met her I received a strange call from a woman I’d never met before, her name was Andrea, and she was in fact my aunt. She was my father’s sister, which explained her absence all my life. Naturally I assumed she was calling on his behalf, or maybe to inform me that he’d died, but it was neither. She wasn’t even calling for her own sake either (although she was very eager to get to know me and wanted to meet) she was actually trying to locate me for a half-sister of mine named Grace.

Grace is a few years younger than me and the only daughter my father had. It turns out my father had 4 children, all with different women, and to stick with his routine, he bailed on all of them. The other two were guys, making them my half-brothers, and they were close to the same age as Grace. It seems she knew about me and had always wanted to meet. She’d already met the other two, and I was the last puzzle piece of our scattered family. I really had no interest in meeting her or this aunt of mine, but I went ahead and told Andrea she could forward my number along.

Within 24hours I received a call from Grace. It went exactly the way you’d imagine.. Just a bunch of small talk… She lives just outside of Indianapolis, is married with 3 kids and has a beagle. It wasn’t the earth shattering experience I think she was hoping for, but oh well. We spoke a number of times over the next few weeks, and while the conversations got better and more in depth, we were still obviously strangers trying to force a familial bond that wasn’t there. And I wasn’t making things better by not really having my heart in it. She on the other hand seemed to feel quite differently about how our talks were going. She called me her ‘brother’ and referred to us as ‘family’, even saying things like ‘I love you’ at the end of our calls. I wasn’t there yet, and to be honest I didn’t have any intention of getting to that level of comfort with her.

She doubled down on our bi-weekly calls with daily texts. To make things worse, Andrea was now talking to me too, also wanting to get to know me. This meant I was constantly repeating myself. I was answering questions about my life that I really didn’t even want to, and now I was doing it TWICE! I kept my cool though, I knew their hearts were in the right place, so I put up with it.

A couple months went by and Grace brought up that neither of us knew what the other looked like. Two months ago I wouldn’t have cared, but by now I felt a little invested in this ‘relationship’ so I agreed we should swap pictures.. I don’t know if this was a mistake or a blessing.. But she was GORGEOUS! My other sisters were actually very pretty too, but I’ve never seen them this way before! There was no resemblance whatsoever. For one, I have very dark hair, and she’s a blonde. But on top of that, she looked like the kind of girl who poses proactively on Instagram! I even made jokes to myself that ‘of course the only way a girl like this would talk to me was if she was related!’. I of course gave her a picture of me, and she thought I was very cute. She said I looked like our father, which of course I barely remembered. She said she had a picture of him and emailed it to me.. I still don’t think we look alike, but oh well.

This got me thinking, our one connection was him, yet we hardly talked about him. I had an excuse of course, since I hadn’t seen him in over 20 years, but she knew more. I asked her for information, which she was very vague about, then completely shut the topic down. I decided to ask Andrea about him, she was a little more forthcoming, but her details ended after I was born. I asked why Grace wouldn’t want to talk about him and she said I’d need to ask her, but not to expect much. I dropped the issue for a few weeks, hopping that talking to her more, and having her get more comfortable with me would allow her to open up. We even moved up to video chats, a change which proved problematic as she was ALWAYS wearing thin cotton shirts and no bra, along with boxer shorts that were rolled up at the top to make them shorter. Sometimes less! Like small tank tops, and panties. She made comments like ‘it’s no big deal, you’re just my brother!’. Her hair and makeup was ‘never done’ but always looked flawless. I had to continuously remind myself that this was my sister. It was frustrating to say the least, but in any case I won her over and after a couple weeks I asked about our father again and she opened up.

When she was born our father split, but he came and found her when she was older and wanted to ‘build a relationship’. He asked her to move in with him and his new wife, Carol. She confided in me that he raped her, repeatedly for years. He threatened her, and threatened to kill her mother if she told her. She tried to tell Carol, but she didn’t believe her, and our father punished her for it.

She said it got especially tough after he finally made her cum, a sensation she wasn’t expecting. She didn’t want to of course, it’s a natural reaction, but once she realized that it could feel good, a part of her stopped fighting. She eventually gave in, succumbing to her situation, and accepting it. She would now let it happen and even decided to make the best of it, learning to enjoy it, and using it to her advantage. She could seduce him when she wanted something. She admitted to me that she’d regularly bribe him with oral to get her way. In hindsight she was ashamed, and blamed her self, but it was a means of making it through, and I understood.

It finally ended when Carol actually caught them. He was arrested and even fessed up.. He was still serving time. Andrea knew, her mother knew, and it wasn’t a secret that she was trying to keep from the world, but she was afraid of how I’d react knowing the truth, like I’d be scared off. But I was incredibly sympathetic and if anything, knowing this made me actually look at her like a sister. This created a new level of comfort for us. I would refer to her as ‘sis’ when we spoke, she was ecstatic. This brought us to the next step in our relationship… meeting.

I lived in a very popular part of the country, a place with plenty of hotels and attractions, so naturally I encouraged her to come visit me..