Very good and still quite exciting. This is, quite simply, one the the very best continuing stories on here. Please keep this hot story coming.

 

I couldn't agree more!

FM

 

It is great that you have come back Bella, your's is a great story and one of the most erotic that I have ever read online. Hope you can keep it rolling, and well worth the wait if there is lapse between parts.

 

Not bad. You've certainly got to do some reading to get to the juicy parts though.

 

Part 27

I still wasn’t sure about how I felt about Danny fucking me. Part of me liked it, or at least certain aspects of it, but it didn’t help that I actually didn’t like Danny as a person, even if he was my brother. He used to be nice, when we were kids, but he had changed so much in the last few years. It seemed he was sullen and moody half the time, and a loud-mouthed bully the other half. I think Ben was the only one who even tolerated him, but I guess that was because they were closer in age and had shared a room for years. I also think Ben was intimidated by him. Martin and George seemed to have very little to do with him lately and, up until the sex thing, neither did I.

Oddly, having sex with my own brother didn’t really bother me too much, or even the fact that it was seemingly against my will. Maybe it would have been different if Ben hadn’t ‘prepared’ me all this time, but who knows? I guess I was used to being used as a sex object by now, so it sort of lessened the impact. The problem wasn’t even Danny, much as I didn’t like him.

My main concern (apart from being caught, of course) was the sense of betrayal I was starting to feel. I felt like I was betraying both Mark, my boyfriend, and Ben.

Well, in a way I was already betraying Mark with Ben and vice versa. That’s kind of how I felt. I knew Ben didn’t like the fact that I was with Mark, and would rather I spent my time with him. Mark obviously didn’t know what Ben and I were up to, but I knew it would have freaked him out. Now I was betraying both of them by fucking Danny.

What would Mark have thought about me doing all the things I did with Ben and Danny - even if they weren’t my brothers? Mark was my boyfriend and he was having to make do with a quick grope in the park each day, while Ben tied me up and abused me, and Danny fucked me whenever he wanted. Mark seemed content with grabbing my bum or tits, and never tried to go further. I guess he saw me as an innocent young girl, and wasn’t trying to pressure me into anything. Not that I stopped him anyway, when his hands started to roam. It was more the idea of being caught that worried me, and my parents finding out I had a boyfriend. We were in public, pretty much, and there was always the chance of being seen by a neighbour or something. I felt guilty that I was doing all this other stuff with Ben and Danny - or letting them do it to me, at least - and poor Mark was going home with a stiff cock and no release. But it wasn’t in my nature to be aggressive in that way, to take the lead and offer myself to Mark so openly. After fucking Danny, I knew I wouldn’t stop Mark if he wanted to fuck me too, but I wasn’t in a position to suggest it or even really hint at it. I guess I was also scared that showing Mark that I was "that sort of girl" would have him running for the hills.

And I felt guilty about Ben too. After all that time working his way up to fucking me, I let Danny do more in a couple of nights than Ben ever did. It’s easy to look at it and say it’s Ben’s fault for lacking the confidence to just fuck me. It’s obvious now that I wouldn’t have stopped him, even when we first started our naughty games together. As with Mark, I was unable to initiate anything, and was content to let Ben go at his own pace. Maybe if we were still as close as we used to be, it would have been different, but things had changed so much and it was too late to go back now. I had no doubt that Ben would fuck me at some point, but it seemed a lot less scary now.

I didn’t like the feeling of betrayal, but there seemed little I could do about it. Even now, I hate cheating on boyfriends, and the guilt can make me physically sick sometimes. I think, at the time, that I perhaps didn't worry about things as much as I should have, but that might have been a good thing. Besides, there didn't seem to be enough hours in the day to stress about all the things that were happening to me. Again, maybe I just accepted that these things were beyond my control, so worrying about them was pointless.

Things with Ben had pretty much stayed the same for a little while now. He still varied things slightly, but not much. He was obviously happy doing what he was doing, and didn't feel the need to add anything new. Even though it was pretty repetitive, I still got a thrill out of the things he did to me. It never ceased to excite me every time he pulled my panties down, for example, either for our after-school fun or his night-time visits. Even though Danny had gone further by actually fucking me and making me suck him off, it didn't change the way I felt about Ben. I just wished we could have been closer during our non-sexual times together. I also wished he wasn't so jealous of Mark.

Even though I didn't think about it at the time, I have to assume that everyone in my family knew about me and Mark by now. Well, not my parents, obviously. Me and Mark didn't flaunt our relationship at school - we were usually part of a crowd - but I'm sure all my brothers knew about it. Even though it was quite a big school and I rarely saw any of my brothers, except Martin, who was in some of my classes., they had to know. I already assumed Ben knew, even if we didn't talk about it, and Martin would have known, and George definitely knew, having accompanied us on our rare nights out to the cinema. I'm not so sure about Danny, but I'd be surprised if he didn't. Despite not wanting my parents to find out about us, me and Mark didn't go out of our way to keep our relationship a secret. Even if we didn't kiss and cuddle openly at school, or in the street, we walked home together most days, and it would have been obvious to anyone seeing us that we were a couple.

With the school year coming to a close, me and Mark were making plans to see eachother over the summer. I would need George's help in covering for me, of course, but I didn't see that as a problem. I think George got a thrill out of being part of this secret relationship, and he liked the idea that he could use it to blackmail me too. Not in a nasty way, but he'd jokingly use it every now and then, to get me to go and fetch him a drink or something, or to watch what he wanted on TV, or to get me to play a certain game with him. I don't really think he would have ratted me out to our parents if I refused, but it became a little game between us. I'm not sure what Mum and Dad thought about it. We'd all be sitting watching TV or something and George would say, "I'm thirsty. Get me a glass of orange, Bella."

And Dad would say, "Get it yourself, you lazy sod."

And George would say, "Bella doesn't mind, do you, Bella?"

And I'd look over at George and he'd be make silent kissing motions at me, or some other subtle hint and I'd get the message., and I'd say, "No, I don't mind. I was going to get one for myself anyway."

And that was the way it worked. He'd use it too, when we were alone, as extra leverage to get me to do things, though I usually went along with what he wanted anyway, just because that‘s the way I was. Also, he'd use it against me if he had to cover for me and Mark, even though he was often involved in our activities anyway, like going to the cinema or whatever. He'd ask me for things, like burgers or hot-dogs, for him and his friends, but make it sound more like an order than a request. I actually found the whole thing funny most of the time, and went along with it, but would always act as if I was doing it reluctantly. It was a game, after all.

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There was no sex in that chapter at all, but I don’t really plan what I’m going to write in advance, which is probably why it jumps around so much sometimes. So much was going on, it’s hard to keep track of things. Anyway, as usual, I’m thankful for your kind comments and PMs, and hopefully Chapter 28 will be more to your liking. I’ll get on it right away…

 

But you know...

There isn't really much overt sex in this entire thing, but it's still exciting to read because the tension, the build up, you really have a talent for that, and getting me to care, so that when something happens I'm right there with you.

You are one of the people that keeps me coming back to xnxx to read.:rose:

 

BB - excellent, this adds significantly to the story - sex or no sex it adds to it. Well done.:rose::rose::rose:

 

OMG! youre back?! I havent read them yet but.... ahhh. im so pumped to cum.. i mean read these!

 

Remains one of the best continuing stories on the forum.

 

Some of your best writing is when your describing emotions and what not about what is being done to you. I myself have experienced many of these feelings and can completely relate to the reluctance and excitement aspects of the story line. I can also relate completely to the need to satisfy your own urges with the wooden dick. It's weird how most would assume you would feel violated and become repressed and angry at the opposite sex for causing you such turmoil, but what they forget is their are natural curiosity that are triggered by the taboo you describe in your story.

Between BB and ELP I find myself popping on to XNXX several times a day to check for updates.
Thank goodness for my IPhone.

FM

 

You're a terrific writer. I love how you describe how you feel about all the things that were being done to you. I check here several times a day to see if you've written anything.

 

Hi Babybella, I want to say that you are such a wonderful writer. I love your ability to go into depth with details and emotions from your experiences. I find myself wanting to read more and more after each part that you had posted. I can't wait until you continue posting some more parts of the story.

 

Damn, I'm too emotionally invovled in this story. I don't like having feelings and what not. Please tell me that you're a happy person and life is good. I want a happy ending for Miss BabyBella. I understand being passive, under the radar, and riding the ride. Consequently, I sympathize and want you to be happy. Please tell me that life is good for you.

As much as I like S&M, D&s play, or whatever, I need to know that you're happy with life. I may have been drinking, so I'm a little more feeling than normal, but I need to hear that BabyBella is a doing well and happy.

I know this all happened a while ago, but I wish you good luck on dealing with the ramifications of all of it.

You're an excellent writer by the way. I normally come here seeking simple arousal. Your excellent writing, however, has made me emotionally vested in the outcome of your trials.

Sincerely and emphatically, good luck in life's endevors BabyBella.

 

I'm excited for the next part. I really enjoyed reading this.

 

Didn't he get you pregnant bella?

 

this is without a doubt the best story on this site

 

hot hot hot

 

Thank you

Bella,

thank you a lot for your great story. I started it for the horny side of it, looking forward the hot parts, and I got so much more than being turned on. Then you got me interested in the characters as you built some tension in to the story, and I enjoyed reading it even when there was no sex involved, thinking about my next break, when I come back into your world on my smartphone, wondering if Ben will become more social or Danny more gentle. It sounds very candid and authentic and I enjoy it as I would with another piece of literature, even if you are a bit repetitive at times. Reading the fan comments and the tension about whether you will continue to write or not was cute and thrilling at the same time, as I caught up with the last bits yesterday. In short, one more guy joined the crowd of your fans, thank you Bella

 

Thanks for all the nice comments, as usual. I wasn’t really expecting it, especially after quite a boring chapter, and I was truly amazed at some of the comments made - way too much praise, in my opinion. I haven’t had much time to write lately - well, I have written some, but not enough to post. So it will probably be early next week when I post the next chapter. Anyway, a few things I thought I’d mention…

To Hoses - yeah, there’s a lot of words to get through before the good stuff happens. I’m always happy to see new names commenting on here or PM-ing me. It’s quite a commitment to read so much and I’m truly amazed and pleased that people do. Thanks one and all.

To jackD1 - I’m fine, honestly. Thanks for asking. No nightmares, no therapy, no trauma, nothing like that. My life isn’t ideal, but that’s because I keep messing things up, but that’s just me. I don’t think I can necessarily blame it on what happened in my youth.

To CrOOker, the short answer is no. I didn’t get pregnant. More on that in the next chapter.

To harvardPervert, thanks for your kind words, but I have to agree that it is repetitive in places. I rarely re-read the whole thing, but I did recently and I can see what you mean. Part of that is because I am quite limited in my writing, and also simply because a lot of things were repetitive back then. Also, because of the gaps between postings, and the length of it all, I sometimes feel I need to remind readers of what has happened before. I’ll try and do less of that in future.

Anyway, more to come, probably next week. I only post when I’ve written enough to be worth posting, and I’m not very organized or disciplined. Plus, I’m trying to finish some of my fiction stuff, which is always harder for me to write. Keep the comments and PMs coming, and try to turn the praise down a notch, as my head is in danger of getting way too big.

 

One for the top ten list.

What a complex, complicated emotional web you weave. Needless to say, I'm immensely enjoying your story.
If this is the raw draft you present, you're doing an amazing job of telling the story.
Hope you find the time to continue to share your story.
SW :rose::rose: