I ended up putting together a whole fake profiled on OKCupid using some random pictures I found on the internet. In his profile he said he was looking for someone local so I even looked up neighborhoods near where he lives (he moved cross country years ago for college) and found an apartment building near him that I innocently claimed to live in on my profile. I must have spent over an hour creating the fake accounts (Yahoo mail, facebook, okcupid) before I sent him a brief message saying that I thought he was cute and that we should chat.
The next day I had tons of replies to my fake profile. I ignored them all except for the one from Kyle, my brother. All he said was that he liked some of the same bands that I did and he thought I was cute. But he also gave me his YIM id.
Still thinking it was funny I began to chat with him using the fake YIM account I had made. I was a lot more aggressive with him than I ever am with guys. I must have overdone it because early on he accused me of being a bot or a marketer or something. Eventually he began to trust me, especially after I sent him more pictures of "me" (all downloaded from the internet).
It became a fun little prank. Almost every night before bed we would chat and talk about our days and over time he began to flirt with me. He asked if I wanted to see any of his "private pictures". I said yes. I still have them. I can't believe Kyle would take pictures like that. I really can't believe I didn't delete them the second I saw what they were and end the whole thing, but I didn't. Instead what did I do? I sent him some "private pictures" back.
Yes. I took some nude photos of myself and sent them to him. I kept my face out of them of course. Even though I'm a bit skinnier and a lot taller than the girl whose image I used for my fake profiles he never questioned it. Instead he became even bolder and one thing led to another and we were having the dirtiest chat I'd ever experienced.
For weeks he begged to hear my voice. He constantly asked for my phone number but I told him I still didn't trust him enough to give away my personal information. One day he drew the line: if I wouldn't talk to him then he wasn't going to waste anymore time chatting with me.
We ended up using Google Chat. I kept my webcam aimed at my chest and made sure that I didn't show my face or hair. I also used my cutsey-little-voice and faked an accent (I had told him I was from Alabama for some reason). We began chatting like that all the time. The chats always led to him taking out his cock and him asking me to talk dirty to him. I watched Kyle, my own brother, jerk off on camera at least a dozen times as a result.
I kept wanting to end it. I really really did but I was addicted. It got so bad that I was standing up my boyfriend sometimes just so I could go home and sext with my brother. I didn't want to break his heart: I had created his perfect girlfriend. She liked all the things he liked, she was kinky and into his kinks (even though some of them repelled me to be honest), and she was on the verge of leaving an abusive boyfriend. Once she did she swore that she would meet him.
All of those lies worked for awhile. But they're not working anymore. He's demanding to meet me in person. Just tonight he sent me an e-mail in which he basically said that if I didn't leave my fictional, abusive boyfriend or at least meet him for coffee that he didn't want to continue wasting his time with me.
I don't know what to do. Obviously I can't meet him and I can't tell him the truth about who I am either. How would I explain that? My biggest worry is that he has figured out he's being toyed with. I mean, I really don't think he suspects I'm behind all this but by the way he talks to me now I'm pretty sure he knows he's being played.
I feel really bad about this. Kyle is a good guy. It's just that what started off as a stupid little prank turned into a hole, then a deeper hole, then an even deeper one. I need to stop digging, I know, but I also need to figure out how to climb out of this hole without hurting Kyle or myself.
It's a Saturday night and my boyfriend (who isn't abusive by the way) is out with his friends. I'm home alone watching a sick pet of ours. That's my way of saying I'll be online for awhile. Thanks
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