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I've been going to literotica for a long time now and I've never once seen a story about a brother and sister or any other incestuous coupling truly finding romantic love with one another with a good buildup.

Is there anything on here that involves two members of a family going through the motions of a normal romantic relationship like the guy asking the girl out on a date, or just asking her to be his girlfriend?

Almost all of these stories focus mostly on the sex, but I would like some that focus on the romance as well.

Are there any like that on here?
 
I have not read many of the incest tales at Lit, but have heard how "they are all clichéd" (which is a cliché of its own) in their content and it seems the biggest gripe is about how two family members quickly engage in sex with one another leaving a reader to ask how or why.

In my personal life I have an interest in older men. (My fiancé is twenty-six years my senior!) He and I have role played some Daddy/daughter, and even some brother/sister, scenes during our love making.

I agree, and would love to see, stories involving romantic love between family members that eventually leads to intimate love. They should have slow, possibly awkward or even embarrassing, moments that would be found in any new relationship.

:)

Hopefully more incest writers take these ideas/requests to heart!
 
It's easier for an incest plot to logically start with sex and then develop the relationship from there. Dating is designed to let two people who are basically strangers get to know each other, so it doesn't seem like it would reasonably occur with two people who are related, unless it's a long-lost-relative type story.

But have you tried the Kristen Archive? I've read some nice romantic incest stories there.
 
There's a story called A Mother And Her Son which meets your description. Its long but a very good story.
 
actually, there's a writer AddieQ and their stuff is hot, emotional and often romantic at times.
 
well....

Don't know how well it'll go, but I'm willing to give it a try.

Anything else to include while I'm working on it?

J
 
jack30341 said:
Anything else to include while I'm working on it?

J
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The actual consequences of dating? The idea of an incest fantasy is that, being a fantasy, nothing could go wrong. If you want to place it in a more "real" light, perhaps you could add the elements of frustration and tension that comes with dating someone: is the other person cheating/seeing someone else on the side? how should I dress? When should I reveal this stuff or another? etc.
 
I've been looking for this type of stories for a long time.
 
jack30341 said:
Don't know how well it'll go, but I'm willing to give it a try.

Anything else to include while I'm working on it?

J
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Well I would prefer it to be actually romantic if it's not too late to ask.
Like the way I've always hoped for was something like the characters having a secret crush on one another and flirting constantly before it gets more serious.

And I always like the first kiss to be a big deal.
And getting to know the characters as real people is great too.

But I'm not going to tell you how to write it or anything. I'll be thankful for what I get. Thanks for trying this.



I'm actually a good writer so I feel sort of bad for not writing this myself, but I've been so busy, and there's always the fear of having my stuff discovered.
 
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Oh also if it's not too late, I'd prefer brother-sister, and in a college or high school setting.
Again it's up to you, just saying what my preferences are.
 
maybe the sister never gets asked out for dates..the prome..her bebute etc: the start of a true romance in a way they had never looked at before...just an idea
 
A romantic brother-sister story is coming up

I have recently submitted a story that might be what you're looking for. It isn't posted yet, but look for "Road Trip with Julie" in a few days. I hope you'll enjoy it.
 
This is perfect for a father-daughter, where she calls him daddy, they look nice, have lovely dates....but to bystanders, something is just a little "off". Why is he touching the small of her back like that? Why do they kiss on the lips? Why is she dressed like that with her father??

OR, they could be flirty and lovey-dovey--kissing, touching, just generally sexual out on a date. The bystanders would then be wondering about their age discrepency and such....then as the father and daughter leave, she finally calls him "Daddy" aloud, to the gasp of the fellow diners.
 
I've roleplayed stories like that, and I wish I had kept the conversations logged so I could transform them into a story for the site!

Who wants to create a new story with me?
 
A brother doing something nice and romantic for his sister because she keeps getting fucked over by the men she dates. She has a child-like belief in fairy tales and it breaks his heart to see her getting dumped on time and time again. So he becomes her perfect date, and finds happiness for himself in the act of making his sister happy. And slowly, hesitantly, they fall in love. And, yes, it is like going on a real date because, even though they know eachother, they're seeing a new side of that person, seeing them in an unusual situation. It's like when you start dating someone you only knew previously as a friend. They're the same, but different.
 
Englandboy2 said:
A brother doing something nice and romantic for his sister because she keeps getting fucked over by the men she dates. She has a child-like belief in fairy tales and it breaks his heart to see her getting dumped on time and time again. So he becomes her perfect date, and finds happiness for himself in the act of making his sister happy. And slowly, hesitantly, they fall in love. And, yes, it is like going on a real date because, even though they know eachother, they're seeing a new side of that person, seeing them in an unusual situation. It's like when you start dating someone you only knew previously as a friend. They're the same, but different.
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Sound very good, how about you write it as a story.
 
Here's something I wrote along these lines. I don't usually write 'nice' stories, but I thought I'd give it a go. It's just a beginning, of course. This subject requires a long, slow build-up. Let me know what you think, even if you totally hate it. Here goes...

My name is Simon. I'm twenty years old and I still live at home with my parents and my sister, Michelle. She's eighteen, and we've always got along. Michelle's pretty, but she's also quite shy, especially around guys, and I don't think she's ever had a proper boyfriend. Well, not that I ever saw. Unlike me, Michelle is really smart, and she did really well at school. Well, until her exams. That's where things started going wrong. She'd studied hard, but I guess the pressure got to her because her exam results were a disaster. She told me her mind just went blank. One by one, her worst nightmares came true, and it became increasingly obvious that she wasn't going to go to university. Mum and Dad were supportive, of course, but what could they do? They arranged for Michelle to re-sit her exams in the new year, but I know Michelle secretly feared she'd just freeze again.

So, she left school and took a job in a supermarket. I could see she hated it. I've got a mind-numbing job myself, in a biscuit factory, but I'm okay with it. I never did have much ambition. I was going to go into the army, but I've got a dodgy knee, so that was a no-no. As long as I've got a few quid in my pocket, I'm okay, but Michelle's different. She saw her two best friends go off to university and it broke her heart, knowing she was stuck here.

It upset me to see Michelle so down. Her best friends were her only friends, and she was incredibly lonely. She didn't make new friends easily and I don't think she liked any of the people she worked with. I think she felt picked-on, because they made her do a lot of evening shifts. She hated taking the late bus home, so Dad picked her up, but it was an annoyance to him and it strained relations between them.

Unlike Michelle, my life was doing okay. The job was shit, but the pay was good, especially with the guaranteed overtime. I had good friends who I saw regularly, and we'd go up to the football every other week or so. We we were massive West Ham fans. I was also a hit with the girls, and took sex for granted. I had a regular girlfriend, Laura, who was wonderful, but I liked to put myself about whenever I could. Basically, everything in my garden was rosy. I only wished I could help Michelle out in some way.

One night, Dad and Michelle had a big row. He was pissed off because he had to pick her up from work when she worked lates. He was moaning about the cost of petrol and the general inconvenience. Mainly he was pissed off because he had to miss the end of the England / Germany game. I missed all the excitement because I was at the pub with my mates, but Michelle told me about it later.

"Fine. I'll take the bus. I'll be raped and murdered, but at least Dad will save his precious petrol money."

"Who's going to rape you? Even rapists aren't that desperate. And even if they wanted to, your underwear would put them off. "

Michelle smiled when I said that. She had a lovely smile and I missed it. Lately, she hadn't smiled too much. In fact, I hadn't really seen too much of her at all recently. She usually came home from work, had her tea, took a bath, and stayed in her room. Mum said she was turning into a hermit.

I had to get to bed, because I was working early the next day, but I wanted to talk to Michelle, so I told her we were going out tomorrow night, just the two of us. I knew neither of us were working, so I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"And try and make yourself pretty. I know it's hard, but I've got a reputation to keep up."

The following night, I got in from work at seven-thirty, after working a double shift. I was knackered, but I was looking forward to spending time with Michelle. I had a quick sandwich and a shower, and then I got dressed up, putting on my best suit. Mum and Dad were out somewhere, and I knew Michelle was in her room, because I could hear music. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time, and then I knocked on Michelle's door.

She looked beautiful. It literally took my breath away. I just stood there, stunned. When Michelle saw the look on my face, she smiled shyly and looked away. She'd certainly gone to a lot of effort, as I could see almost every item of clothing she owned scattered across her bed.

"Wow."

She smiled and said, "Hey, you don't look so bad yourself."

"Yeah, but I always look good."

It was weird, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was like something out of a fairy tale, or one of those movies where the geeky girl is turned into the beautiful prom queen. I always knew Michelle was pretty, but this was something else.

"Stop it. You're embarrassing me."

"I just can't believe how good you look. Come on, you can tell me. What have you done with my sister?"

"Yeah, real funny. Where are we going, anyway?"

I'd booked a taxi. I could have taken my car, but I knew I'd be having a few beers and couldn't risk my license. Besides, my battered Toyota was undeserving of such a beautiful passenger. I'd originally planned a quick drink at The Black Horse, before going to Gianni's for dinner, but I took us to The Apple Tree instead. The Apple Tree was quieter and more intimate, and I wanted Michelle all to myself.

"Is this where you bring Laura?"

I smiled and said, "Who's Laura?"

We sat and chatted, and it was strange because it was like being on a real date, except that Michelle was my sister, and my head was spinning with all these conflicting thoughts. I had to keep myself in check, to keep from making my regular moves. We were making small talk, not really talking about anything in particular, but there was definitely flirting involved. It was sort of tongue-in-cheek, but it was definitely there. It made me happy to see Michelle so happy again. I wished she could be this happy all the time.

We had a couple of drinks, and then went to Gianni's. It was a Thursday night, but it wasn't too busy. I sort of wished I'd picked somewhere nicer, but it was short notice and I hadn't expected to be so captivated by my sister's company. I just thought we'd have a chat, have a few laughs, make her forget how shit her life was. The whole 'date' thing was supposed to lighten the atmosphere, make it fun, but I was having trouble seperating fantasy from reality. The edges were becoming blurred.

When I was coming back from the toilets, my phone rang. It was Laura.

"What happened, Simon? Weren't you supposed to be picking me up like half an hour ago?"

Shit. I'd forgotten all about it. She'd called last night, when I was in the pub with my mates. I wasn't really listening because the game was on, and the pub was noisy, and I was pretty drunk by then. I don't even remember what we had planned.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, Laura. I forgot."

"Well, why don't you come over now? Chloe and Rebecca are both out, and I can put that nightie on you bought for me and we can get down and dirty. How does that sound? If you're really nice to me and beg my forgiveness, I might even do that thing you wanted. You know, the thing the girl did in the video."

"It sounds... good. It sounds amazing. And I'd love to, but I can't. Seriously, I'm tempted,
but - "

"Oh my God. You're out with someone aren't you? Who's the lucky slut? Tell her from me, she's welcome to you."

"Wait - "

It was too late. She'd hung up. I tried ringing her back, but all I got was the busy signal. Shit. Just then, Antonio, one of the waiters, came by. We were at school together. He was okay, except he supported Arsenal.

"Hey, Simon. Who's the girl? I haven't seen her around before. She's really hot. When you're finished with her, I wouldn't mind a pop myself. You know me - I'm Italian - I don't mind sloppy seconds."

"Yeah, sure. I'll let you know."

Michelle said, "You took your time."

"Yeah, Laura called. She's upset with me because I chose my sexy sister over her."

"Really?"

"Yeah. So you owe me, big time."

"No, I meant... Do you really think I'm sexy?"

I thought about laughing it off, making a joke of it, but the look on Michelle's face told me she was serious. I was shocked. How could she look in the mirror and not think she was sexy? I guess her confidence had been shattered lately, but then she wasn't very confident to begin with.

Michelle said, "I, uh - Can we get some more wine?"

"Sure. And I do think you're sexy. Very sexy. Incredibly sexy. I think - "

"Go on. What do you think?"

Was I blushing? Christ, I was actually blushing. This wasn't me. What was happening here? Get your head together. This is your sister. This isn't right.

Antonio brought the wine over. The dirty sod couldn't keep his eyes off Michelle, taking his time, dragging it out. She was so innocent, she didn't even realise how men were looking at her. Antonio gave me a knowing wink as he left.

"You were saying?"

"You're a beautiful girl, Michelle. A beautiful, sexy girl. But you're also my sister. And I love you as a sister. I couldn't ask for a better sister. Honestly. I saw how all my friends got on with their sisters, and none of them were as close as we were. I just think... I don't even know where I'm going with this."

"Yeah, I get it. Just my luck. The one guy in the world who's nice to me, it has to be my own brother. I'm sorry. I guess I've been a bit grumpy lately. It's all my own fault. If I hadn't screwed up my exams... "

"Look, you'll re-sit your exams in January, and you'll pass with flying colours, and this time next year you'll be at university and you'll have all these rich guys queuing up just to spend a single minute in your company. And you'll pass all your fancy university exams and you'll become the world's foremost marine biologist. Jacques Cousteau will be calling you up to ask your advice on underwater sea turtles or whatever, and - "

"Jacques Cousteau died ages ago. Besides, I don't want to be a marine biologist any more. I'm not a good swimmer. And sharks terrify me. And my hair goes frizzy."

"Oh, yeah. I remember. You looked like something out of a horror movie. Well, at least your frizzy hair would scare off the sharks."

The rest of the evening went well. We laughed and joked and talked about some of the stupid things we did growing up, like Michelle running away from home when she was seven (she hid in the garden shed) and me wearing a towel as a cape and trying to fly out of my bedroom window like Superman, which busted up my knee. Michelle seemed much more upbeat about everything, and our brief awkwardness was forgotten.
 
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i'm more into older bro/ younger sis. thanks for the recommendations on this board, i've read them just yesterday.

^Englandboy2, nice beginning. :) would love to read more.
 
Thanks for the positive comments, guys. I'm working on about a hundred different stories right now, but this one is a nice distraction, so we'll see how it goes.
 
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