When I was 13, I started sucking my brothers cock. He was 16. Did it for about 2 years, up until he went off to college. We also fucked a handful of times as well. There's no long story to it. I wasn't allowed to date, but I wanted to start trying sex and he was the only guy available to me. It was for fun and experience. We obviously knew it was wrong, but weren't really worried about that, I guess. Many years have passed. These days he's afraid to even talk about it. He's got this same girlfriend that he's been with for a while now. I guess you could say I miss it, or at the very least they're pleasant memories, because I still think about it once in a while.

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by Anonymous on Jun 28, 2017 at 11:48 PM

you never forget it, to move on from him you need to have it again, in a full adult relationship. my suggestion is a man several years older than you, you need a man first, later you can find a sweet boyfriend.

in my case it was with my older cousin, we are still close, I gave him my innocence and virginity, but I needed to move on. My therapy was getting with a mature man who took me into adulthood. Still, I miss my cousin, forever bonded to him.

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by Anonymous on Jun 30, 2017 at 8:25 AM

I had a similar experience, but it was with my dad. He was going through a divorce from my mom, and I took advantage of it. It made us much closer than before. I never got much of an explanation as to why we stopped, and he gets angry if I try to talk to him about it. He slipped up and fucked me once a couple years ago, and then acted like it didn't happen, but that's about it.

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by Anonymous on Jun 30, 2017 at 6:59 PM

Oh wow! Poster number 2. We have similar experience. My dad was in army, but got into accident, and had to quit it. We had had good life, but soon after recovery we had to move into a smaller apartment.

I met a guy. We didn't married, but I lived with him for ten years. After ten years when we broke up, I was again in a situation when I had nothing. No place to stay, no job, and I was broke. I had to move back to home. We had social support, but it wasn't much. First two years I had no job. We didn't had any money for living. Everything we got were for food, medicin and rent. Social service offered to pay contraceptive pills for me because I had dated a guy few times and they (and I) thought it would last. But we broke up too.

I was using the pills, but because I had no one and because we both liked sex and hadn't had any for long time, dad even for years, one morning at breakfast dad and me decided to try them together. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I don't mean we "end up" having sex or that we somehow seduced each other. I mean literally we talked about those pills and then decided to try would they be effective.

We had been joking, but then it was very exciting. I have never before or after it been so excited than I was then. I was literally dripping on my thighs and on the floor after we had took our underpants off and I was waiting him to move the chair to better position, and to got to sit on his lap in our tiny kitchen. I was of course excited, almost scared, to do it with him, but also because we had no rubbers. I trusted the pills, but still, there was no condom in between us and I felt it was yet a real risk to let him ejaculate in me. With a rubber it would had been so easy to just pull all his semen out at once, but of course doing it without one, washing or no washing, most of it would flow out but rest of it would stay in me whole day.

I let him cum in me and probably in the least erotic place ever, during our breakfast, listening our neighbors to leave for work, sitting on chair. We were not crazy, we were completely sober (neither of us drank or did drugs) and there had been no electricity between us before.

Almost as soon as he was in me, we both orgasmed. After I regained myself, I remember I was smiling like an idiot, and unable to really understood what had happened, but thinking it was amazing. Easily the best and most arousing thing I had ever experienced! And I wanted more of it. Lots of it! I remember how dad was ashamed he had came so quick, but I couldn't care less.

It was not act of love, or even lust. It was just act of funny experimenting. Everything else in our life had gone awry, I think we thought it wouldn't matter. But still, after it had happened, I loved it.

For two years we had nothing else to do than to count our last pennies, eat, sleep, listen to radio, visit library or other free happenings, and then fuck. I thought long relationship with my ex had made us closer, but it was nothing compared to me and my dad. We talked about everything, including risks of pregnancy. Clearly it was not a regular relationship we had. But just like with your father, my dad also began to avoid it and eventually sex dried out. And he didn't want to talk about it either and once I realized he is not feeling good about it, I didn't want to push it.

He didn't slipped up, but few last times he fucked me when I was almost begging him to do it. After getting new job I had felt that he was not into sex anymore, and eventually understood he didn't want to do it anymore. I would had liked to at least talk about it, but he avoided even the topic. Then ten years ago there was that thing what happened in Austria and although our thing was nothing like theirs, he quit talking about it completely.

I really don't know why. Maybe it was because I had got new job and few times my friends came to see us. Maybe it reminded him that there was life outside of our little bubble too. I mean, when I was unemployed and dad were forced to stay out of work too, we didn't had much social life and our life began to feel like normal life while all our friends were going forward in life. Maybe it reminded him that father and daughter living together and having sexual relationship, were not life as he had wanted it to be. Of course it wasn't easy for him to have to leave a career he had liked so much. Or maybe it was that he wanted to save himself from breaking up with me. He did said many times if he only could be younger and then how I should try to find a perfect guy for me. We also talked about how he can't be a loving man to me in public and how he can never give me children I wanted.

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by Anonymous on Jul 3, 2017 at 11:30 AM

INCEST is difficult at best. There is tremendous societal pressures against it and for valid biological reasons. Early in my teen years I dated a pretty girl my age and she confessed one evening that all the men in her family had fucked her from age 12 or so. Without wanting it to, it shattered our relationship. I tried but failed. I just could not deal with it. I am still friendly and kindly toward her but that's it.

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