Incest An Incident with Brother)

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my name is Aditi Elena Yadav. I’m a white Caucasian woman with blonde hair. Ethnically, I’m not Indian, but I was born and raised in India. My mother is an Italian-American woman.

When she was pregnant with me and my twin sister, my biological father abandoned her. She had no money and no job. She became too depressed by the betrayal from her husband.
One day, along with my two older brothers, she tried to jump off a bridge in an attempt to end her life of misery. An Indian man, working in the US, was passing by. He stopped her in time. He brought my pregnant mother and my 2 older brothers to his apartment.
He let mom stay with him and took care of her. As days passed, they grew closer and eventually got married. The man became my stepfather. After their wedding, he moved back to India (where his home was), and my mom accompanied him.
That’s how my mom and my 2 older brothers lived in India. My twin sister and I were born here a couple of months after relocating to this country. I may not have the Indian gene in me, but I’m proud to call it my home.
My stepfather named me Aditi, honored me with his surname, and gave me the right to call him dad. I wish I could tell you all how great a dad he was. But this is a sex story site. My relationship with my stepfather was one of pure love and admiration that is supposed to be between a father and a daughter.
I am a single woman. No, it’s not because I’m ugly or something. I just don’t want to get married. I am 3rd amongst my siblings. My mother has 4 kids (including me) with my actual father and 6 kids with my stepfather. In total, she has 10 kids.
My age is 42 when writing this story, and I have already surpassed my mother regarding the number of kids I have given birth to. Yes, I’m an unmarried mother, and I’m proud of it. Yes, I have more than 10 kids of my own. And today, I’ll share the story of how it all began. So, let’s get to it.
I was young, very young when that incident took place. It was just me and my older brother Liam in the house. The rest of our family had gone out of town for two weeks. The daughter of dad’s childhood friend was getting married, and he had planned a destination wedding for her.
I had recovered from a long illness just 2 days before the day they left. I wasn’t feeling like going anywhere. So, they left Liam to look after me and keep me company. Liam is 3 years older than me. He is tall and white like me. He has blue eyes.
It was peak summer, and the day was hot. The heat was truly unbearable. I had nothing to do at home and was getting bored. So, I went into the drawing-room, threw myself on the sofa, picked up the remote, and turned the TV on.
I had taken the rest of my clothes off and was just in my bra and panties. Don’t judge me. It was 42 degrees outside, and the house had turned into a furnace.
Just as I turned the TV on, Liam came out of his room. He slumped into the sofa, right next to me, and snatched the remote from my hand. He was in his tank top and boxer shorts. Yes, I was in my bra and panties in front of my brother, but we were used to that.