My Brother Reads Incest Porn. zOMG! He Writes It! by aroslav part 3

believe it. He shook his head. "No. The early stories were just about us playing together and being friends and doing pretend stuff. We didn't start having sex until ... I mean I didn't write about sex until we were fifteen. Then I just couldn't help it. I tried to disguise it so no one would be able to tell it was me or you. I just ... love you."

My brother just told me he loved me. And I don't think he meant in a nice brotherly way. I was running on shear willpower at the moment and not all my thoughts were coming out straight. "When did you have time to write all this? You pretty much get straight A's in school. I know you study and you read all the assignments. How do you have time to write all these stories?" I asked. "I don't sleep at night." "Huh?" "I've never really needed more than a couple hours of sleep a night. Sometimes I take a fifteen minute nap after school. Spending an extra six hours awake when no one else is—or in your case eight or ten hours—was driving me crazy, so I started writing. My first stories were about you being Sleeping Beauty." That was so sweet. Stop it! I had to get my head back in the game. I should have slept last night. "But you know I'd never do any of this, right?"Click for part4