Close Knit 3.1: Mom’s Secret

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The leather bound journal lay upon my pillow, waiting for my older brother and I to open it and absorb its potentially juicy contents. We had found the journal while cleaning up the attic earlier that day at dad’s request. It had been tucked away behind a myriad of boxes, stashed in an unlocked safe box. The fact that the journal had been relatively new and that someone had made the effort to hide it piqued our interest. And so, we’d retreated to my bedroom, with the intention of finding out what was inside.“Fuckin’ open it already, Rena!” Nathan said, unable to contain his excitement.“Okay, okay, hold your horses.” I pulled my dark hair behind my shoulders and lifted the book, unsnapped the latch, and opened the journal to the first page. I could see Nathan in my peripheral bouncing with anticipation. My twenty-three year old brother had clearly reverted back into an eight year old. It was hard to believe he was four years older than me sometimes.“Well…?” istanbul travesti He asked.“It’s mom’s handwriting…” I said, mostly to myself.“Holy crap, read it!”“January 29th of this year,” I read. “Diary, I caught myself staring at Nathan inappropriately again.”Nate’s eyes grew wide, as did mine. He walked over to me and snatched the journal from my hand, scanning it over. His mouth moved wordlessly, reading the contents of the first page to himself. I sat down upon the edge of my bed and waited for him to finish, trying to wrap my head around the weight of the sentence I’d just read. What did she mean ‘inappropriately’? Was she attracted to her own son? I mean, not that I couldn’t understand. Nathan is good looking with a great body, after all. But he’s her son! a part of me reasoned. Maybe that’s not what she meant?“She wants to fuck me…” Nathan said, his voice distant.“What?” I asked, suddenly unable to breathe.Nathan istanbul travestileri smiled weakly. His eyes were unreadable. I couldn’t tell if he was disgusted, hurt, or confused. Probably a mixture of all three. It’s not every day you find out that one of your parents wants to boink you, after all. He handed me the journal and stalked silently from my bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I lay back on my bed and read the journal myself, page after page, startled by the revelations told in them.Our mom had wanted to fuck Nathan. She’d written how she’d often thought of him while she masturbated, or while she and dad were being intimate. She’d gone into detail about all of the filthy things she would do to him if given the chance. She’d even detailed her fantasies of him. According to one entry, mom knew that her thoughts, her desires, were wrong. But their wrongness seemed to turn her on even more.After reading the first twenty travesti istanbul or so entries, I returned the journal to its rightful place in the attic. Strangely enough… I wasn’t disgusted by the things written in my mom’s journal. Actually, it’d turned me on a little. I really explain why, either. It could be that I didn’t see the person writing such… crazy and forbidden things as my mother. My mother was the complete opposite of the person in that journal. But did that mean I’d been attracted to incest myself? I tucked the thought away into the recesses of my mind, and decided not to think about it too much. I could only hope that things wouldn’t change around the house now that Nathan and I had been aware of our mom’s… other side.                                                       · x · x · x · x · x · Several weeks had gone by since Nathan and I read my mom’s journal, and to my surprise things didn’t really change. Nathan didn’t act any different than usual, which I was thankful for. I’d tried to talk to him about the journal once, but he quickly changed the subject. Apparently it still bothered him, which was understandable.I was tidying up my bedroom when I heard a strange noise coming from down the hall.

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