My Dark Obsession with Her

I never thought I'd admit this out loud, but it's been eating at me for too long. It started with just a whisper in my mind, that word 'sister' slipping out like a forbidden invitation. I've got this pull, this heat that I can't shake, and it's all wrapped up in something I know I shouldn't want. Every time I think about it, my heart races and my body reacts in ways that feel so wrong, yet so intoxicating. It's like a fire I keep stoking, even when I know it'll burn me. I remember the first time it hit me, that rush of adrenaline mixed with guilt, making me feel alive and ashamed all at once. I've tried to push it away, distract myself with everyday life, but it creeps back in the quiet moments, turning my thoughts into a storm of desire and regret. What started as a simple confession has unraveled into this mess of emotions, where I'm torn between wanting to confess everything and keeping it buried deep. It's raw, it's real, and it's mine to deal with, even if it means facing the taboo truth about myself. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels this way, this twisted blend of love and lust that blurs the lines I was taught never to cross. But here I am, spilling it out, because holding it in is suffocating me.