Explanations

"Well, I think the best place to start would be how this all began." I broke the embrace and guided her to sit on her bed, and then I went and sat in her computer chair. I think the distance is needed to actually have a conversation, though her nudity was VERY distracting. "I also think you should put on a bra and some panties, so that I can actually concentrate." At my words, she gave a little giggle, the action seeming to clear all the overwhelming thoughts in her head and calming down.

Going from anger at a breach of privacy, to fear at her fetish being found out, then to terror at what a fast approaching and apparently disgusted man would do to her at being the focus of her sick kink, that transitioned to confusion at the seeming acceptance of her lust and love, changing to sadness at the perceived dream and then finally the joy at the acceptance being real. A emotional roller coaster that would exhaust any one that went through it.

"And if I want to distract you?" She said with a little smirk, squeezing her boobs together with her elbows. I smirked right back, and teased her a little.

"Than I guess we will never make a channel on Brother Bred then." I chuckled as her face turned crimson.

"Wh-what, wait, really? I-I, are you serious?!" She stammered in such an adorable way. I smiled warmly at her.

"Well, only if my suspicion of you wanting to be just like A and E is correct. I won't lie, the sight of a brother and sister making love together and not even trying to hide their relationship is hot. Though the process of getting our channel set up can only start when I figure out how all this might turn out. I- I do think your hot, even a blind man can agree to that, yet a fantasy and reality are two way different things. I don't want to lose my sister." I spoke as honestly as I could, and with as much conviction that I could muster. I saw as she process this and saw that a small grin grew on her face. She chuckled a little.

"I guess I actually need to tell you just how deep I have sunk in my... obsession. If you think for a second that you would ever lose me, you got another thing coming." As she spoke, she went to her dresser and put on a black thong as seductively as possible. She turned around and lifted her tits a little. "Are you sure you want them hidden?" She had such a coy smile, that I felt my erection that had already been growing, get impossibly hard.

"Shit, you're killing me! Yes, please put them away, I really would prefer to talk to you, and not lose control of myself. Honestly, even my will of steel has limits." She faked a pout.

"Very well, then what do you want me to wear." She put on a smirk again, and turned around picking a blue half-cup bra, and a red lace bra, both being just as hot as the other.

"I think either one would just make me even hornier. They would make you look like a Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped. I know it is hard, but surely there is a bra that you own that wouldn't be just as hot as you being nude?" She became playfully thoughtful, tapping her chin in wonder.

"Well I do have my sports bra-"

"Nope! When I saw you in it once when you did yoga, it gave me a whole weeks worth of mental fap material." She actually looked shocked by my words and blushed again.

"I-I was going to talk about this one sports bra that I had, that was made to be sexy. My yoga bra probably gives the most coverage of all my bras, I wouldn't think it would have such an effect." I groaned playfully.

"Well, that's just great. Your most conservative bra is incapable of holding back your tits. I guess the red lace bra then. I would be too tempted to pull down the half-cup one." She smirked with a crimson face and then put on the blue bra.

"Thanks for the idea, don't worry, when we have our first date, I'll make sure to wear the red one." Her smile turned shy and her blush worsened. I-I don't think blushing this hard is healthy. "I-I mean, you know, if we have a date. I'm not pressuring you or anything. I know that- well, that dating would probably be too weird for you." She sat back on her bed and turned towards, sitting cross legged. I **** my eyes to not look at her thong or bra. Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, aaaand, I looked. Rose smirked at me and I knew she noticed my eyes looking.

"I, ahem, yeah a date sounds good. I know that the new movie that came out has made you excited so we could go see it, or you know, whatever date idea you want. I'm up for whatever." She looked at me with a wide smile, excited at my words.

"The movies sound great. It is a good way to see how dating between us feels, without putting pressure on us that a date at a fancy restaurant would." She, after a few moments of silence, and her blush lessening, asked. "Soooo, my yoga bra got you all hot and bothered, huh, any other outfits that did the same thing without me noticing?"

"I can't think of a single outfit that I haven't liked. Your sense of style and just your natural beauty has always gotten to me." I saw as her blush grew again and figured that we should really get back to the true topic at hand. "Enough about how you always unintentionally tease me. How did the whole 'Brother Bred' thing happen? Was Kenzie ever involved in it?" She blushed and looked away.

"Um, yeah, actually. I wasn't lying about that. She did find it first and told me about."

"I thought she didn't have a brother."

"She doesn't, but, well, you know how shitty her family life is?"

"Yeah, emotionally absent, drunk and belligerent father and a mother that is in and out of a mental hospital. I could never forget that." She looked me in the eyes once more, a indecipherable look on her face.

"Well because of all that, she has always seen our family as hers, and never made it a secret that she wishes to have been born as our sibling. Your and our parents jokes about us being sisters actually made her really happy, its why she had no problems with being called my shadow or being stuck at my hip. Well, because of all that, she, kinda, sees you as a brother. And also as something more." I raised my eyebrow at that.

"What, is she also into **** as well?" I joked a little yet Rose still looked serious.

"Yes, and also no. She acknowledges that she sees you as a brother and could never conceive of hitting on you, saying it would be weird and is also afraid that trying to do so, would make our family distance ourselves from her. Yet also at the same time, she is very attracted to you on a physical level, not helped by the fact that she has a... habit of spying on you as you shower." I felt both my eyebrows raised at that, and saw as she blushed. "Its how I know just how, uh, blessed you are. Anyway, moving on. I also believes that she has developed some mental issues, like trust for one. She genuinely believes that her connection to us is fragile, despite Mom clearly mothering her whenever she can. She has confessed that she wouldn't mind, you know, joining our family by marriage. She said it jokingly once, yet I don't truly believe it is a joke. I also don't think she meant it when she said she wasn't romantically attracted to you." I strongly believe that if it was possible, my eyebrows would be flying above my head, and my dropped jaw would be in the earth.

"Wh-what gives you that idea? I haven't picked up any signals from her, and I don't think I have done anything particularly romantic towards her." Rose sighed and gave her best deadpan look.

"Did you pick up any signs of MY attraction?"

"Well, maybe, yet I think that any signs I picked up from you, I would have just reasoned to myself that I had just imagined it. After all it not isn't exactly normal to instantly suspect that your little sister has incestuous feelings." She sighed the sigh that women do with dense husbands.

"Yeah, keep thinking that you are perceptive, Bro. Anyways, she is not very subtle, definitely not as sneaky as me. That is why Mom always teases her about y'all dating."

"I just thought that was what mothers do to their sons and any girls they're nearby."

"Did Mom do the same thing with Mendy and Ashley when they come over?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Exactly, anyways, where was I? Oh yes, Kenzie and loving you. She says she doesn't, that you are only a brother to her. Yet keep in mind that she has no siblings and would not know what sibling love is. How she describes her feelings for you and how I feel for you are basically the same. Also if she truly thought of you as a brother, then she wouldn't be as crazy for you as she is. I really think that she said she wasn't interested in you so that things wouldn't become weird between us."

"And saying how she wanted to bang me wasn't weird?"

"Well she said that, after I admitted that your latest girlfriend was a lucky bitch." She donned an annoyed face. "I still think that too. She thinks that just because of her big tits and her money, that she is worthy of you. God, I hate that whore!" I was shocked at the ferocity and the sudden hate in her voice.

"I don't understand, we are rich and you also have big tits, even bigger too I believe." I saw as her frustration turned into a bright smile.

"Well, yeah, but I'm your sister, I know everything about you, where as she never tries to start a conversation, and is always on her phone. Be honest, is there any reason besides sex that you are with her?" She rose her own eyebrows this time.

"Yeah, she likes the same books and movies as I do and joins me at the gym, and she's funny too. Also she usually is very outgoing around people, its only when she comes over here that she gets so... disconnected. I might as well confess since you called attention to it, but yes. Sex with her is great, and for some reason gets even better right after we leave from here for some reason. Also please don't call her a whore. I was actually her first partner." She scowled at me.

"Ooookay, first of all, how do you know you are actually her first?"

"She still had a hymen."

"What if she was a butt whore?"

"I-I don't think she was. She always blushed when we held hands and said I took her first kiss."

"And you actually believed her?"

"Well, Evelynn had a very strict childhood. Her parents didn't let her go to a public school like ours did. She went to an all-female school, ever since Pre-K. I am one of the few non-family member guys she knows, and can interact with. And that's only because her parents hope that if we get together, that our family's companies will merge."

"WAIT WHAT!? You plan to marry that skank?!" I, for a rare moment, actually felt mild but real anger towards Rose.

"I said to not call her names, and no, I do not plan or even think about getting married so soon. Twenty-four is too soon in my mind. Though her parents don't know that, and they definitely don't know that she isn't a virgin anymore. I do eventually plan to help her get a new life away from it, yet she is worried that her parents could mess with ours, so she bears with it." I saw as Rose blanch when she saw the anger in my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I won't call her anymore names." She looks away sullenly. "I hadn't even thought of it, yet what will happen with her?"

"What do you mean?" I smirked, knowing where this was going. She turned her eyes to me quickly, and I saw indignation in them.

"I would hope that you would break it off with her, even though you want to help her get more freedom, now that you admit that you want to try to make us work. I don't believe that you are a womanizer or a scumbag that would cheat on your partners." She crossed her arms below her chest and raised an eyebrow at me.

"And if that was exactly what she wanted?"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"If she WANTS me to be a cheater and be with other girls."

"What kind of girl would want their man to be with others?"

"She does, apparently. After a few months into our relationship, she started asking questions about my past partners. One thing led to another, and she wanted to see a video of me with another girl. I seduced a random girl at a club and when she saw the video, we had the best sex ever. She was a ravenous beast even, saying that I was hers like a mantra. Afterwards, and with a little digging, we learned that she has a cuckqueen fetish. Now, as long as I tell her what happens in great detail, she doesn't mind me sleeping around. While she wants a video, its not mandatory, so you shouldn't be afraid of having to film for her." Rose started laughing when I finished.

"HAHAHA! I WAS RIGHT! She really doesn't deserve you!" I frowned a little.

"That's mean don't you think. She makes me happy and I make her happy. I don't think anything else is needed." She rolled her eyes a little.

"Whatever you say. I'm just saying, letting your lover be taken by others is a loser trait."

"Then wouldn't you be a loser then? Or are you going to say that I will have to break up with her to be with you?" She blushes at that, which is weird because I had expected many reactions, even anger. Yet instead of trying to convince her to allow me to have Evelynn and her at the same time, she actually shocks me with her next words.

"Well, I, ahem, I wouldn't mind being a loser for you. I-I have a confession to make. I still stand by what I said, that it IS a loser trait to let your lover to sleep around with others while you get off from just hearing it. What I was planning to propose before we started talking about how your girlfriend is onto me, was that I wouldn't mind SHARING you with Kenzie." I almost felt my heart stop at her words, and felt my mouth gape again.

"I-I wait, before we move on to what you mean by Evelynn knowing about your fetish, what is the difference between what Evelynn does and what you are proposing." She huffed and looked away.

"Sharing means that we will both love you at the same time and I won't jill off to the idea that you will love Kenzie more and leave me behind. Evelynn clearly wants you to be taken, so that she can 'reclaim' you again. I have seen some videos about it on Brother Bred. How sisters let their brothers marry and fuck other girls, and take care of the resulting children, never having **** babies. I have read stories from those sisters that even though their brothers have grown to love their baby mommies more, that they were merely satisfied with the fact their brother was happy. I understand the sentiment, yet I would never let myself to just, give you up to another girl. If there is even a slight chance at remaining at your side, I would do anything to stay there."

"And if I never found out about your kink, and this conversation never happened, what, you would just stay alone and swear off all men." She turned back to me with a serious look.

"Yep, basically."

"I find that hard to believe, I know that you must have had a secret boyfriend or two and-"

"Nope, never." I paused and it took a few seconds for those words to actually sink in.

"What?"

"I never had a secret boyfriend, nor really even a crush on anyone but you actually, now that I think about it. When you kissed me a few minutes ago, that was my first kiss."

"Bu-bullshit! There is no way someone as hot and sought after like you could be a total virgin!" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes way. I have never used toys, though admittedly that was because of the fear that Mom might find it, and I have never let anyone touch me. When I went through puberty and crushed hard on you, It was just my fingers and **** porn and that hasn't really changed. It doesn't matter how hot I might look, though thanks for saying that, I just can't remember a time were I wanted any one but you. I think the forbidden draw of it, made my phase of 'teenage rebellion' fixate on it, and here we are."

"I, well I still don't think that you would have lead a life of cel-" She got from her bed and before I could stop her, straddled my lap, and looked me straight in my eyes.

"Listen well, and actually hear my words. I will never, have never, and shall never love and lust for anyone but you. I will admit to something. Actually, you know what, I will admit it after you answer a question. Did you see my recent history on Brother Bred?" I was greatly distracted as my half naked sister had rested her mound on my erection. Yet by a will of iron I concentrated on the question.

"I-I, yeah, two videos that was watched a few days ago, back-to-back. 'Brother locks his naughty Sister up' and 'Sister cages herself for penance', they were kinda weird, as they seemed to be the only ones that focused on chastity. Can-can you please get back on the bed." She started to grind on my erection and moved her mouth to moan a little in my ear, after a minute or so, she asked.

"Will you continue to doubt me, dear brother? Or do I need to **** myself on you in this chair?" I blushed and she giggled when she noticed as she leaned back to look into my eyes.

"I-I don't think that's needed, Rose. I believe you, so can you please stop. I think I might rip my gym shorts if this continues." She leans in again and whispered huskily.

"Don't tempt me with such a wonderful thought, Big, Brother." Afterwards she got up, got out a box that was underneath her bed, and then sat back onto her bed in the same crossed legged position, giggling and blushing, after a few moments for both of us to get back to normal, she talked once more. "Like I said, if you really had gotten married then I would have **** but to use this." She opened the box and lifted out... metal underwear? "It's a chastity belt. I would be unable to masturbate if this is on. It requires a key, this key." She lifted a small golden key from the box. "I-I would have found a way for you to be tricked into being my-my keyholder." She blushed and looked away.

"A keyholder?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It-it means that if I ever wanted to masturbate again, I would have to come beg you for it."

"I wouldn't have kept a key you wanted me to keep from you, so I don's see the appeal that you see there."

"It wouldn't be the same as a regular keyholder, true. Yet I could lie to myself, and say that when you gave me back the key, that was your way of giving me pleasure, for allowing me to masturbate. I-I know that such a thing would be sick, that I would **** you to unknowingly be involved with my sick fetish, yet, it would be all I would have. Even such a pathetic existence is better than to try and **** myself to be with anyone else." I didn't even know where to begin to process her words.

"I-I sh-shit, I do-" She looked at me with steely eyes and said with a stern voice.

"So never think for a second, that I will stop obsessing with you. I am yours, even if you use me for a month and then throw me away, I will still be yours, no one elses, ever!" For a moment, I felt afraid of her for the first time of my life. I saw a form of crazy in her eyes while she talked. She picked up on my worry, and looked away again, ashamed. "I-I, I'm sorry for being weird. I didn't lie, yet I know how crazy this all sounds, so can we talk about something else, please?" I saw her hands clench the box in her lap and decided to move on.

"So-"

"You aren't having second thoughts are you?" She slowly turned to me, both afraid and sad with tears falling from her eyes. "I-I know I went too far, and I promise to dial it back, so-so please, give me another chance, I-I can do better, I swear." I smiled a little and buried my fear. I got up and kiss her on the lips, she closed her eyes and leaned in, I broke it and assured her.

"Yeah, that might have been a bit much, yet I don't mind it all that much. It's pretty hot now that I think of it. I also think of you as mine as well." I slowly moved my right hand to her throat and slightly tightened my grip on it. "Mine and only mine, no one else, and I will NEVER throw you away, do you understand?" She had a wide smile from my words, and nodded. I licked the any tears that I could reach and loved their salty taste, she blushed at the action. I then sat back down. "So like I was about to ask. I think we need to get back on track. Specifically I need answers to three major questions that I now have from all this talking."

"Why is Kenzie so into me, and in the same vein, why are you? Respectfully of course, I'm not doubting your love."

"Why you believe Evelynn is maybe aware to your fetish?" I smirked then.

"And most importantly, Are you actually jealous of Evelynn?"