After we talked about it I start to understand the why? and how and the story sounded better to me, still though i can't picture myself been in love with my brother? and having a sexual relationship ? That is above my coolness i am cool but i think now that i am not that cool. But I heard many stories about brothers been in love not all of them have sex but some they do
I'm in love with my brother. And he just broke up with his girlfriend. I am a 17 year old girl, and I just finished my junior year of highschool, I have been in love with my brother (Age 18, Senior in highschool) for almost four years. I know it's wrong and I have never thought about rationalizing it. But I finally came to the conclusion that the only way I can move on is if I open myself up and accept my feelings.
My "unnatural" attraction began when I was 14 and I had just became a freshmen in highschool. My brother was 15, (Keep in mind that my brother and I had been very close since we were young, but as we grew older we slowly drifted apart once activities and school got in the way,
But my brother had always been my role model and favorite person to be around whenever I had the chance.) It seemed as though highschool was the first time that getting a boyfriend became important to me and my friends.
I watched as all of my friends got into relationships with guys that they "Liked". Whenever people asked me why I was single I told them that I just wasn't interested, and to be truthful I wasn't. I just never found a guy that I was all that interested in. And for some reason whenever I had to think of a guy that I "Liked" I always thought of my brother.
I can't exactly say I understand you but i'm sorry you are going through this. However I'd suggest you keep your feelings for yourself. I know what you feel is real but you don't know how your family will react, being in love with your brother is not something that happens everyday and it is a great 'taboo' in our society.
If you tell your brother, and i'm sorry if I sound mean, if he doesn't feel the same he may never look at you the same way and that could divide you for life. As I said before i don't doubt your feelings but are you sure you interpret them the right way? You say you were jealous of his gf but are you sure you are not because he's just a role model for you and want his undivided attention?
Also you say you are in love with him but surely when you are in love with someone, you are attracted to them and not just 'he's cute' but in a sexual way, you haven't mentioned any of that. Lastly I do not mean this in any offensive way but have you thought about talking to some therapist?
Not because you are 'wrong' but maybe (knowing from experience) because they can help you clear your thoughts and are by law forced to be confidential and can't share what you say to anyone.
His girlfriend is tall and beautiful, and they will probably be engaged by this time next year. She has a good job, and a good family, and makes the crust from scratch when she bakes her fruit pies.
Sometimes I watch her brush her hair when she doesn’t see I’m looking, and all I can think of is how much I want my hair to shine like hers. How much I want her clear skin, and flawless smile, and tiny waist that my brother loves to wrap his hand around. How much I want to be as good as she must be to have him.
I would never tell him, of course. I’ll be in their wedding party and write some funny little speech and wish them bon voyage when they leave on their honeymoon to Bali or Rio or Japan. I could never tell him, never ruin his image of me or the simplicity of his life with the knowledge that his younger sister dreams of him every night.
To put that on him would be selfish of me, and the last thing I want is for him to hate me. For him to not want to see me, to awkwardly avoid the topic at family dinners.
Being in love with your brother feels like a thousand things at once. It’s constantly being around the person you want most — sharing a whole life’s history with them — and yet never being able to hold their hand. It’s so close, and so far away. It makes everything difficult,
and everything so beautiful you wish that it would never end. It makes after-dinner drinks around the family table the best part of your day, and the worst. Because the more you drink, the more you love him, and the more you realize how sick you are. The more you realize that this will never get better, only farther away, one holiday after the other.
My brother is a few years older than me, I'm still at school doing my A-levels. Our parents are divorced and my brother grew up apart from me, and only recently when he left boarding school a year ago did I start to get to know him properly. We have grown really close in the last year and hang out together a lot.
But I noticed one evening when I was drunk that I started having sexual feelings about him, and imagined having sex with him. Obviously I was horrified that I could think such a thing and put it down to the alcohol reacting with me in a weird way, but since then I've started to be really sexually attracted to him.
When I'm with my boyfriend all I tihnk about is my brother. The other day our friends were altogether and we were quite drunk playing truth or dare and my friend said 'kiss him' and we kissed each other (just for a dare) but I was terrified in case any of my friends saw how much I was enjoying it.
But it's got to the point where I really can't be around him any more, and I'm scared about my health because I know this isn't normal. There isn't anyone who I could talk to about it without thinking I'm completely insane. I really don't know what to do at all... any advice please.
I knew someone very closr to me and when he confess to me not only he was in love with his brother but they had a sexual relationship very active one and I was shocked at the time i had no idea why but what it shocked me more was that the mother knew about it. The thing was also my friend was telling me all about it he was so excited so in love that surprise me the most
I never thought of it in a connotation of incest but instead that I thought much more highly of my brother than the other guys at my school. To me my brother had everything a guy should (He was smart, funny, cute and kind.)
Even with all these things in mind I never realized just how deeply my feelings ran until my brother got his first girlfriend. Once that started I started getting angry, depressed and anxious all the time. I had trouble focusing at school and whenever I saw my brother at home I would try to avoid him.
I didn't understand why until my brother had his girlfriend over for dinner one night. I felt an overwhelming sense of jealousy and sadness and asked to use the bathroom. I skipped the bathroom completely and just walked to my bedroom and started bawling uncontrollably. There was no denying it then.
I knew at that point that I was and am totally in love with my brother. I understand the kind of backlash that things like this can get and I'm not proud, but I can't deny it anymore. I haven't told anyone this except for reddit, and my brother broke up with his girlfriend 6 hours ago. I'm scared that I'll make a mistake, and reveal these things to my family or friends.
I just left my parents’ house after a week and a half there for Christmas, and I was glad to be gone. I love being with my parents, love sitting at the table and playing cards after dinner with a glass of wine or whiskey.
I love sleeping up in my old childhood bedroom, feeling like I’m 10 years old again and everything is taken care of. It’s a moment away from bills and work and 12-dollar cocktails that I have to scream at a bartender to get. In the moment, it feels good.
But after just a few days — let alone a week and a half — it starts to hurt. You know the pain of loving someone who doesn’t love you back, I’m guessing? It’s a hurt in your stomach, a feeling of nausea that never quite gives way to actual sickness.
It’s a permanent imbalance, a not-rightness that makes every minor task incredibly difficult to execute. I would lose my place reading books, nearly cut my finger while chopping the onions, and forget what I wanted the second I walked into a room. I could only think of him.
He is my brother, four years my senior. He doesn’t look like me, which probably helps. He has his own interests and his own friends and is incredibly successful at what he does. While I won’t say the precise industry, his job is important and well-respected and well-compensated.
While I struggle at my third consecutive internship, he is already able to arrive at Christmas with literal trunks full of gifts for everyone. He buys us nice bottles of champagne, gives out iPads as if they were candy, and insists on making dinner at least once because he loves doing something with his hands for the people he loves.
I have always loved him, I think. When I was a little girl, I used to look up at him and feel how lucky I was to have someone like that in my family. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to play baseball, how to hide my wine bottles from mom and dad (many years later, of course).
He was my mentor, and my protector, and so handsome. So fit and strong and blindingly intelligent. He made me feel like I was a princess, born into royalty and always accompanied by a white knight.